Tears by Halmurzaev Edward. All rights to its respective owner.
We women, we lie. Sometimes to get a smile on his face, and sometimes to get a giggle out of our babies. You may never tell how deceitful we can be, just how ruthlessly selfish our souls can get to stop the tears running down from our mothers cheeks. We are a lost cause of nature - weaker to male in material but arrogantly, prejudiced about our nursing instincts.
What has hell got against us?
Our pit of secrets is deeper than the darkest hole any hell of any religion possesses. The possibilities of the avatars just one of us possess is beyond the magic, science and literature, of any world, anywhere, can unravel.
Reveal to me myself as a woman,
and I will discuss why you can never.
Prick a pin in us, and just see how many emotions ooze out of us. You will have a hard time naming the colours mankind hasn't even discovered - the dark, the light, the faded, tattered, glittery, shimmering, rouged, grotesque...
How many sides will you read before you grey, kneel down, dig yourself a grave with your own tired hands and lie down, calling upon God for giving you a companion - a companion that has been your biggest nemesis. Your toughest test in the world and yet, the best solitude. The most noble comforts that God ever offered - in her nagging, , in her sleepless eyes, in her lap that magically transfuses her comforts into yours with the quilt of sacrifice wrapped around you that kept you warm from the cold the world offers, from the hug she desperately seeks when she looks at your fatherly face, sometimes more to kindle your sense of authority, so gently, than out of personal fear.
Yes, we women lie.
We are thieves. We steal from Satan the satisfaction of death and hopelessness - we birth joy!
We are cons. We rob the dark side of the world from greed and needs, and we smile from our family's eyes. We light from their successes. From their triumph, we win.
We are murderous! We kill logic, and let emotions sway us. Thus, we love. But more than that, we teach love.
We win because we are hopeless with hope.
What I know about women (the good that is) does not come out of my own-self as one, but emerges out of other important figures in my life. That includes my mother, leading that group, with my khaala (aunt), sisters, nanni (grandmother), teachers (specially Ms Riffat and Ma'am Lubna), my girl-friends - Anam baaji, Hiral, Zonobia, Javeriyah, Roshna and many that I am forgetting at the moment. The list includes every woman that is known by the world, and the ones that have honoured only my world - knowingly and sometimes not even that.