WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A WOMAN IN THIS WORLD
70'What does it mean to be a woman?' That is existential question...
A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini
'One could not count
the moons
that shimmer on Kabul's roofs,
or the thousand splendid suns
that hide behind the veils,
the thousand splendid veils
that hide behind Kabul's walls.
All
these women
know
is war...'
/paraphrasing the poem about Kabul by Saib-e-Tabizi from the 17th century/
'One could not count
the carcasses
of burned out tanks
and wrecked helicopters.
The landscape shifted from snowcapped peaks
to deserts
to canyons,
to sun scorched outcroppings of rocks.
There was a young girl,
standing
in front of the black tent
of Koochi nomads,
looking on an ancient looking wall
of sun-dried red
in the distance.
It used to be a fortress,
built some nine hundred years ago,
Genghis Khan himself
raped her ancestors,
they became his slaves,
'the prize of the war'.
One could not count
the invaders,
Macedonians,
Sassanians,
Arabs,
Mongols,
now the Soviets
and Americans...
A gust of wind rose
from the horizon
The Koochi girl
caught a glimpse
of a man
and she ran to safety
of her tent
covering her face,
remembering,
all of them
and no one
in particular.
Was he the Soviet
looking for someone
to rape
before
going
back home,
disgraced?
Was he the greedy Mujahideen
armed to the teeth,
rich of heroin,
declaring jihad
on everyone
and raping every woman
in between?
Was is he the armed bearded man
in black turban,
dragging her
by the hair.
Hair was ripped
from her scalp
while he shouted in Pashto:
“Long live the Taliban.”
Or is he
the greedy Mujahideen,
armed to teeth,
again,
by Americans,
coming back to rape her,
before hunting down 'bin Laden' and Taliban?
Then a giant roar,
something hot and powerful
slammed into her
from behind,
she crashed down
on a bloody chunk of something,
the lifeless bodies
of her parents
separated her
from the ground.
The bombs were falling
once again,
this time American ones.
The man found the girl,
dug her out.
His beard was streaked
with parallel stripes of grey.
He wanted to touch her,
but he stopped himself from doing so.
Something behind this young girl's eyes,
something deep in her core,
something as hard and unyielding
as the red ancient wall
shimmering in a distance,
caught him by surprise.
The girl took one last look
at the hole in the ground
and followed the man
in chapan
to his village
of flat kolbas
built with mud and straw.
Soon she is the one
of the sunburned women
cooking,
her face sweating
in steam rising from big blackened pots.
In the shadow of the straw wall,
her children are squatting,
playing with mud.
The little Koochi girl is a woman now.
A woman,
who is like a rock
in a river bead,
enduring without complaint,
her grace not sullied,
but shaped
by the turbulence
of her beloved
Afghanistan.
She is expecting,
again.
She shines
with the bursting radiance
of a thousand suns.
It is a girl,
this time.
From the darkened spirals of her memory
rise images of wars,
in which her people perished,
in their homes,
where the smoke of bombs is only now settling down.
Seasons have come and gone,
presidents in Kabul have been inaugurated and murdered,
and the corrupted Hamid Karzai is the president now.
An empire has been defeated,
old wars have ended and new ones have broken out.
An international peace keeping force is in her land now,
but it does not help to rebuild Afghanistan.
The Koochi woman speaks to her unborn daughter:
“My love, the only enemy an Afghan can not defeat
is himself
or herself.
Tajik, Pashtun,
Hazara or Uzbek,
man or woman,
we are all Afghans
and is all that should matter.”
“One could not count
on the help from outside,”
she plans to tell her daughter,
“The promised aid money to Afghanistan
will never arrive,
the rebuilding will never end,
corruption will thrive,
The Taliban will keep regrouping,
the world will forget
once again
about Afghanistan,
but we are here,
because we are like those ancient walls of the Red City,
battered and beaten,
but still strong,
still standing
and because of us,
Afghanistan will survive.
/paraphrasing the thoughts and beliefs of Laila's father as she remembers them from her childhood in Kabul from 1987 to 1992 and reflects on them later in her own life from 1992 to 2003/
Khaled Hosseini let us
look
beneath the veils
of two ordinary Afghan women,
brought jarringly together
by the tragic sweep of wars.
They feared and hoped,
living their ordinary lives.
An illegitimate Mariam,
married off
to the middle-aged
and violent man,
Rasheed,
who had become
Laila's husband as well.
Laila,
her neighbour,
whose father,
an university professor,
had died
in a bomb attack,
dreaming about
the constitution
and laws of Afghanistan,
where women are FREE.
'WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A WOMAN IN THIS WORLD?'
They kept asking each other.
“In HERAT
where I was born,
the Queen Gauhar Shad
raised the famous minarets in 15 century,”
Mariam said:
“And yet
today,
we are banned
from work,
from education,
from public places.
We are in mercy
of our fathers,
husbands and brothers,
who decide our destiny.”
She looked at Laila
continuing in her litany:
“My mum believed,
that there is only one skill
in life,
I need,
TAHAMUL-ENDURE.”
She put on her burqa,
the padded headpiece,
felt tight and heavy
on her skull.
“IT IS STRANGE SEEING THE WORLD THROUGH A MESH SCREEN.”
Laila replied:
“There is more to life,
my dear Mariam,
believe me,
more to life,
than
to be afraid
all the time.”
'LISTEN. LISTEN WELL. OBEY.
DEATH THOSE,
WHO DON'T,
ALLAH-U-AKBAR!'
A look passed
between Laila and Mariam.
In this fleeting,
wordless exchange,
they decided to act.
Rasheed's hands
wrapped around Laila's neck.
Her face blue now
and her eyes rolled back.
He's going to kill her,
Mariam thought
and she could not,
would not
allow that to happen.
Mariam raised
the shovel high.
As she did,
it occurred to her,
that was the first time
that she was deciding
THE COURSE OF HER OWN LIFE.
And with that she brought down the shovel.
She gave it everything she had.
'WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A WOMAN IN THIS WORLD?'
She asked her husband of twenty-seven years,
before the final blow touched his head,
“YOU CAN TAKE EVERYTHING FROM A WOMAN
AND YET YOU CAN NOT TAKE ONE THING,
LOVE
EVERY WOMAN KNOWS HOW TO LOVE,
EVERY WOMAN HAS LOVED,
EVERY WOMAN HAS BEEN LOVED BACK.”
“Tashakor, brother,”
a murmuring sound
rippled through the stadium,
when Mariam was helped
down from truck.
She imagined
heads shaking
when the loudspeaker announced
her crime.
“Kneel here, hamshira, and look down,”
the Talib said and she obeyed for once.
She was leaving the world
as THE WOMAN.
It was not so bad,
that she should die this way,
and with that last thought,
she smiled and closed her eyes.
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Both stories told here are powerful. Well done, Beata. Lynda
What a wonderful piece you have written. Very well done and thank you for this :-)
All I can say is "WOW"
Your poem makes all women proud :)
Thank you, I have written it in a rush so was afraid of too many mistakes, but that doesn't matter now when I managed to get my message across:)
Great words, great photos, thank you, Beata, for this wonderful hub!
how very sensitive Beata.
you got across the message fabulously.deeply touched to the extent to which even the book had not touched me.you have taken taken a heavy sldegehammer and translated its impact into a fist and driven it neatly into the solar plexus.
Thanks guys, you give me more credit that I deserve but I think we all have the same eyes but different lenses...we can all read the same book and yet all our interpretations will be different:)
Thanks for your beautiful words...all the best from Beata
This is so powerful. You have made me cry. This message is incredible, and I feel humbled by your words. Thank you.
Linda.
Great article,wonderful poem,intriguing story inside.Beautiful and well articulated article.
This is beautifully written, good job.
I couldn't fathom how these pieces of literature encapsulated gender equality issues. I hope many more will read this and reflect on it. Most especially, act upon it. Thank you Beata for imparting this insight. You can also visit my hub, http://hubpages.com/hub/Going-To-France-In-The-Off
Thank you for your valuable and kind responses my wise hub followers, your words make me humble and with every new comment I realise that people discover more in my writings that I hope to get across...THANK YOU
Powerful, beautiful and deeply insightful (And I love that you included parallel stories with a common thread).
This is a very strong piece, Beata! Pictures are great too!
Thank you 'strong women of this world':)
We both speak of the same things, I have never thought to set it to poetry although sometimes here it is the only way to get around the guards. You may like to read Pollyannalana here.
Happy to hear that we speak the same language, Jackie, only the form is different but that is just the beauty of creative expressions...it can take so many shapes or forms...
thank you for your reading suggestion, will get to it, when I find the time:)
Enjoyed my read, voted up.
Thank you my new hub follower for your kindness:)...have a great day wherever you are...
Hiya Beata, what an absolutely awesome read! I enjoyed reading this from beginning to end. What it means to be a woman in world is really complicated, but you made it a little less complicated. I wasn't born in a country where women walk six paces behind their husband, nor do I live in one right now.. I must have been born lucky.. although some women aren't. Remember Helen Reddy's song "I Am Woman"? For me, that song says it all for all womankind. Great job! Voted up and awesome.
Have a nice day,
Rosie
thank you Rosie for your insight, I haven't been born in of those countries either, but just tried to have a global look on the women all around the world...just a little slice of it:)
Happy you liked it and very happy to have another great friend on hubpages...have a nice day as well...all the best from Beata
This hub is cool. Thanks for sharing. keep it up.
Thank you for stopping by and also for your kind comment...'the great wind to your sails wherever you are the flying dutchman':)...and hope our flying paths will cross again somewhere on another creative journey:)
Hello Beata Stasak,
An amazing piece of writing you have here. It saddens me that women have to live anyway near this type of life. You have brought this story out well and it is an eye opener.
Great Hub!
It is such a tragedy that women have to experience this sadness and these choices. Very compelling hub.
Thank you my dear fellow hubbers, there is so much misery and tragedy around us, the least I can do is to use my writing skills and point you in the right direction...to see their troubles, to feel their sadness, to emphatize and hopefully we all together can slowly change the world for a better place for everyone...
Awesome Beata:)
Happy you liked it my new hub friend:)...have a great day and all the best with your hubbing...
I've always believed that...if anybody wants to rebuild a war-torn country, they should go speak to the women of that country. Men are brash, and often irrational and out "providing for the family". Women are left to raise the children, so in essence, we cultivate the future. If anybody wants change, it would be to the women to raise the next generation correctly. Thank you for this hub!
Happy to meet you on the hubpages, dear Londonlady, I agree with you totally but we know in reality it will never happen, men love their power too much:)
Its a very POWERFUL, WONDERFUL hub that you have EXCELLENTLY written and I must salute you for the time and effort you have put into to bring the hub to such a SUPERB standard.
My Very Best Wishes to you.
- Kamalesh
VOTED UP / AWESOME.
Thank you dear Kamalesh050 for your praise, I am very honoured by it:) I just think it is much easier to write and reflect on something you are so passionate about and also the book is so beautifully and honestly written that it was much easier to follow the thread:)
THANK YOU AGAIN and hope to hear from you soon...all the best with your writings especially with your poetry...Beata
That was a very interesting story. voted up, thanks
Beata Stasak this hub is like a history lesson, geography lesson and a love story all in one. It is amazing that the treatment women receive is determined to a large extent on where they live. We have so many liberties here in the west that we take for granted.
Thanks for writing such a wonderful, informative yet entertaining hub with beautiful photos. I voted up.
Thank you my dear readers for your encouraging comments it makes me happy that my hobby of reading and writing is at least little bit worthwile:)
Thank you for writing this hub. It brings up a subject that all of us women need to never forget. As long as women are "second-class" citizens anywhere in the world.....the rest of us need to be concerned. We are ALL sisters!
Thank you, Rosalie, you read my thoughts, happy that this piece of writing resonates with so many my sisters...you are right, we have to defend each other, if we don't do it, no one will:)...bless you Rosalie wherever you are...
Wow! Wonderful hub-intriguing and captivating. Well done. Bravo!
Thank you for visiting me, Denise and I am very happy you liked my reflection:)...all the best with your writing and hubbing my fellow hubber:)
Beata thanks for leaving me such a wonderful fanmail. There is a song we have here in the states and Helen Ready sung it. Perhaps you already know it but in case not here are the words (the do keep many of us going when things get bad):
I am woman, hear me roar
In numbers too big to ignore
And I know too much to go back an' pretend
'cause I've heard it all before
And I've been down there on the floor
No one's ever gonna keep me down again
CHORUS
Oh yes I am wise
But it's wisdom born of pain
Yes, I've paid the price
But look how much I gained
If I have to, I can do anything
I am strong (strong)
I am invincible (invincible)
I am woman
You can bend but never break me
'cause it only serves to make me
More determined to achieve my final goal
And I come back even stronger
Not a novice any longer
'cause you've deepened the conviction in my soul
CHORUS
I am woman watch me grow
See me standing toe to toe
As I spread my lovin' arms across the land
But I'm still an embryo
With a long long way to go
Until I make my brother understand
Oh yes I am wise
But it's wisdom born of pain
Yes, I've paid the price
But look how much I gained
If I have to I can face anything
I am strong (strong)
I am invincible (invincible)
I am woman
Oh, I am woman
I am invincible
I am strong
FADE
I am woman
I am invincible
I am strong
I am woman
My dear Lady...it is beautiful, thank you for sharing it with me, we are all joined in a world wide sisterhood:)...love and peace from Beata
Speechless, but very nice hub.
WOW!!! Awesome hub you have written. I enjoyed reading this very much. Thank you so much for writing this.
Again, I have to admit it is great feeling to know that my words left you speechless:)...thank you for your beautiful comments fellow hubbers...
You have the gift of words and it is sad that women do suffer! Nice!!
Thanks 'prettydarkhorse', happy you visited me and liked my words:)...they are just words until you unlock them and then they touch your heart:)
Beautiful, my friend. You have beautiful poem here. Thanks for writing and share with us. Cheers...
Thank you for your friendly message, Prasetio, it encourages me to keep writing:)
I find this along the stature of Anne Frank. Well presented, well expressed and timeless. Perhaps one day it will find its presence among a display of a women's historical appreciation for literary works in a large city gallery. By the comments here, it is well on its way.
I vote up and awesome WA.
- Best wishes
- Harlan
More than I deserve, dear Harlan, I am just ordinary teacher, who speaks many languages (but none of them very good:) and is trying to find her own voice:)
THANK YOU AGAIN YOUR WORDS OF PRAISE MEAN A LOT TO ME:)
Very inspirational and was much needed to hear. We never take the time to look at this world, for that side. Thanks for sharing.God bless.
Thank you my dear fellow hubber for your kind words, have a great day wherever you are:)
I apologise Beata, you were kind enough to start following me several days ago, and it's taken me this long to come by and read some of your work,(and start following you.)
I was captivated by this piece, it's beautiful, and tragic, and human, and powerful. Thankyou for publishing it.
Happy you managed to stop by and leave this beautiful comment:)...all the best to you my new hubber friend and a lot of creativity for your writing:)
This article chronicles the bane of the Afghan woman so very well that even the reader can view the world through the obscured burka veil. If the US and NATO forces were fighting to liberate women, the cause would be worthwhile. Unfortunately, the liberation of Afghan woman is a pretextual goal to construct an oil pipeline to my understanding. Your work honors the needless suffering of so many women. Thank you.
You are right, my fellow hubber, just finished watching: 'Fair game' about the old story how the Bush administration had manipulated intelligence about weapons of mass destruction to justify the invasion of Iraq and the last words spoken in the movie said: "The responsibility of the country is not in the hands of the privileged few. what they have done is wrong and we have to never forget that."
We can not change the world, but I believe we have to demand the truth and seek the truth....
OH CONTRAR MON FRER: WE THE PEOPLE ARE RESPONSIBLE AND CAN AND MUST CHANGE THE WORLD FOR THE BETTER. THE LANDED GENTRY DEFEND THE STATUS QUO. CHEERS.
OH CONTRAR MON FRER: WE THE PEOPLE ARE RESPONSIBLE AND CAN AND MUST CHANGE THE WORLD FOR THE BETTER. THE LANDED GENTRY DEFEND THE STATUS QUO. CHEERS.
Yes, you are right, we have to keep trying...:)
Hi Beata, it's so nice to meet you, truly inspirational, i look forward to reading more of your hubs.
Welcome to my hubpages, dear Movie Master, happy you liked it:)
Again I love your pics - I must get a good camera! I read A Thousand Splendid Suns, the gender imbalance is horrifying. Philosophically I can't help see the imbalance in humanity at large. What strength to endure it.
My camera is very old, dear Jewels, I just a million pictures and some works and some not, if you look carefully, some of my pictures are black in the corner, it is because my camera doesn't close properly any more and I don't like to re-touch my pictures at all, what I see is what you get...happy it is working so far:)
This is such great combination of poetic color and symbolism mixed with raw, powerful statements that cut straight through to the heart. It made me want to cry. I do weep inside for these women...We may have a long way to go, but we have no idea how good we westerners have it. Thank you for the work! I am happily a new fan. :-)
Thank you my dear 'Trips', our world is such a diverse place to live and we just manage to see a tiny piece of our background and maybe get some visual images of far away places on our screens...I believe that through real and great literature we can live our lives again and again throughout the eyes of someone else born somewhere else...if is a gift and it makes us better people at the end. Happy you liked my peace my new friend and all the best with your hubbing:)
Love the photos and interesting captions! I like this one: "John and Bev have found the way to be who they are without worrying what does it mean to be a man or a woman of today."
Thanks my fellow hubber for stopping by:)...wouldn't it be wonderful if all of us managed to find that too?...maybe once...
Beautiful. I love how you expressed this through a poem. Very clear imagery, giving me a clear picture without being too wordy.
i am happy i have managed this time to say enough without using too many words, that is my goal...thanks my dear fellow hubber for stopping by and leaving me a comment that cheered my heart
This was amazing and extremely powerful. Well written, and thank you for sharing.
Happy you liked it, my fellow hubber...I love to write and it is very satisfying if my piece resonates with other people too...thank you again for your kind comment:)
that is amazing - well done - voted up, awesome and beautiful
Thank you, my new HP friend, I am honoured you took time to stop by and find my piece of work worth of commenting....all the best with your hubbing:)
Beautifully-written!
happy you liked it, Laila and come back again:)
Enjoyed reading what you have written.
Since we all live in our own ('mostly everything' shared/in-common) realities, your Hub enhances my reality.
And after all is said and done, isn't that the best we can hope for?
You are right Clark, more we share...more we understand and more we are able to empathise and work together to change our shared reality to be enjoyable and equal for everyone....still a long way to go...but we are already walk the road...together:)
Wow! Beautiful read! I think I can write until I read something like this. You make me realize what good writing really is. Thanks.
My dear Mary, thank you for your encouragement and kind words, I was told just recently in my working place that my foreign English is not good enough...I also think that my imagination and creativity is not useful in formal English writing...however, after reading your comment I realised that not only beauty but also 'our accomplishments' lie in the eye of beholder:)
Beata, this is deep! Voted BEAUTIFUL and AWESOME. First I looked at the pictures and my eyes got moist. The story of John and Bev are so touching. Thanks for sharing what womanhood means in another part of the world. I appreciate you, and all the women you mentioned. Thanks also for the fan mail. I also feel real close to you. I will read more of your work, I promise.
Dear Ms Dora, I am already grateful that you have given me some of your precious time and I am very happy your visit was rewarding one...time is the most precious commodity of our times so please visit only if you really want to...:)
John and Bev are special people although I don't know them personally and it is one of my goals to honour and pay tribute to those everyday, ordinary faces you pass on a street and usually you don't even give them second glance and yet those are the real people who make real differences in our world, don't you think?
Great hub, that beautifully reveals the pain of women. I mean I am speechless. What to write,
Oh, I am woman
I am invincible
I am strong
FADE
I am woman
I am invincible
I am strong
I am woman
greatest lines I ever read for women.
Dear 'anumpa', thank you, what else I can say, you honoured my work in the most beautiful way:)
No one knows the plight of the woman except she who suffers it; except she who endures it. They say it is a man's world and there is perhaps more truth to this statement then we will ever realise. In every place; in every corner a woman is at some point of her life made to feel inferior but what naive men know not is that it is these very women that gave them birth.
There is no being more superior than the woman, who endures so much pain, suffering, stereotyping, stigma and yet is stronger than any man can ever be.
Thank you so much dear 'QudsiaP1' for pouring your heart out on the plight of women and I know you are right, on the other hand I believe in the world that both sides of the coin (men and women) realise just that...we are one coin and there is no coin only with one side...we are two sides of one sun and two sides of one moon....there is no better or worse half...just an equal half:)
I have spent the evening reading your works and I am utterly impressed and slightly jealous. I love that everything you right and the pictures you take have the heart of a true poet. Very few are gifted in this way.
Dear my fellow hubber, I feel utterly speechless that someone thinks of me as a true poet and is even jealous of my gifts...what can I say..I have been reminded many times in the past and also very recently that my English sounds little bit strange, 'foreign', individual...I am just a dreamer who likes to express herself in images and in writing (in any of three languages I speak and maybe I sound little bit different, but it is me...I have only one advice for you...do not let people take you from your path...follow your calling and be YOU:)
Thisis very thought provoking. Thank you for shairng this. You can tella lot of hard work went into it. I look forward to reading more of your work.
thanks my fellow hubber, a lot of hard work but hopefully for a good cause:)
The pain of women is pretty much the same everywhere. Maybe in certain places of the world it is more pronounced, such as in Afghanistan, but even in the most so called developed corners of the world, the pain exists in subtlety. Awesome heart wrenching hub!
Thank you 'Senoritaa' for stopping by and leaving your thoughtful comment...you are right and that is another reason why we have to write about it:)
Thank you so much for following me. The first stanza is itself is so lovely .I pray to almighty to give strength to all women who are suffering and going through pain somewhere, some corner of this world. You have so beautifully brought out the plight of women in poetic form."Every thing can be taken from a woman but not love - beautiful". Best wishes.
Thank you dear 'vasantha' for paying me a visit and leaving this insightful comment...all the best from Beata
Awesome poetry and inspiring, poignant sentiments! You have said it all...
Thanks for your beautiful comment my fellow hubber and good luck with hubbing:)
VERY STRONG and beautifully written. WOW!
Thank you, my fellow hubber, happy you liked it:)
Dear Beata, this is a moving hub that inspires all women. Wonderfully written and thought-provoking. I look forward to learning more from you!
This is very well done. Glad I popped over to take a look at your work!
Thank you dear Kaitlin and Duchess for your encouraging comment, this is the only way I am able to write and express myself...it is great to know that it is useful for someone:)...looking forward to hear from you again:)
Deep. The good and the bad of womanhood.
Thank you, dear Laura...'bitter and sweet woman is in each of us', sister:)
These beautiful pieces moved me to tears. The plight of the woman has always been bittersweet, being thought of as weak enough to abuse and misuse yet strong enough to endure while not only giving life but nurturing it.
Your poem was so profound. It resonated with me long after I had read it. What it means to be a woman is different in many places of the world. And its different for many women. But, when you mentioned in your poem that there is one thing that is universal is that no one can take your love away from you. That was absolutely beautiful. Thank you for writing this poem. Thank your for sharing your poem. Thanks so much.
Thank you my fellow hubbers for taking your time to indulge in my 'introspective piece' and for writing such insightful comments...this issue is close to my heart and by discussing it we make the first step to acknowledge that inequality and mistreatment of women still exist...thank you:)
Very sad and beautiful. I could not stop reading your poem - very powerful.
Thank you, Rosie, happy you liked it:)
Truly amazing work,keep going!
Thank you for your encouragement, all the best:)
Thank you for your encouragement, all the best:)
Thank you for your encouragement, all the best:)
I'm speechless! This is very profound writing... As I read this, I was reminded of the beautiful yet haunting (much like your writing) Afghani woman on the cover of national geographic magazine. I look forward to reading more of your writing...
Thank you 'sweetzara', happy you have found my writing inspiring:)
I love this, it's so inspirational!
Thank you, my dear fellow hubber for stopping by so soon and looking forward to hear from you again:)
This powerful work of truth and art should be read by every woman in the world. I wish for those oppressed women to take heart and to stand up for themselves.
Your wish is my wish too....
This is an awesome Hub. I am feeling so happy to have found you and I am going to share this with my friends. Voted up. Awesome.
Hi! Beata Stasak This is an awesome Hub. Angie
Powerful hub, for both stories. Great writing. Voted up
Thank you my dear fellow hubbers for your kind and uplifting comments and all the best with your hubbing....thank you also so much for your votes and for sharing my hub with others....there is nothing what would make me more happy:)
Thank you for a gorgeous piece. A revolution is needed to recapture the feminine soul. It is one of my goals to have womankind elevated, even if just one individual at a time.
I voted "beautiful."
Thank you my fellow hubber, happy that my poem made you proud to be a woman and you are on your way to help others to feel that way as well...one at a time is a great goal and achievable:)
Wow, what a powerful hub. I could not stop reading, such awesome writing. Voted up for ya.
Happy you liked it, my dear 'Dee' and thank you very much for voting for me:)....all the best with your hubbing and looking forward to hear from you again:)
the title caught my attention and the hub is simply amazing! voted up! keep up the good work :)
Thank you, dipsmi, happy you liked it, hope you stop by at my hubs again:)
Mentalist acer Level 6 Commenter 14 months ago
An important document Beata.;)