Then she looks up at the building
And says she’s thinking of jumping.
She says she’s tired of life;
She must be tired of something.
Be very careful if you make a woman cry because God counts her tears. Every tear a woman shed is equivalent of a man’s sacrifices in life. The woman came out of man’s rib, not from his feet to be walked on. Not from his head to be superior of, but from the side to be equal with. Under the arm to be protected for and next to the heart to be loved.


