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Be My Slave.

Auteur: sweetgirlGen
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What is Be My Slave.

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The boy was sitting at the hotel with a heavy heart, waiting for a cup of tea. An old man "Babaji" approached him to know the reason as he looked worried. The boy started complaining about his wife, who does not understand him and his words, tauntingly uttered "It is rightly said that a woman's wisdom is in her knees. "Babaji" smiled and said there is no problem. But the son who has created an example that woman's wisdom is in the knees, he himself must be a madman. He said, "Neither Babaji nor you know these women." Babaji said, "No, son, you don't really know the glory of a woman. This is the one with whom the Lord is mixing His love." Meanwhile, the boy came with tea and took a sip of tea and then turned towards Babaji. After praising the tea, "Babaji" said that Lord is the One who lacks nothing. He wanted to tell about His own love, how much He loves a human being, so He took the name of mother that He loves more than seventy mothers. While the mother is a woman. The daughter is declared as Lord's mercy, while the daughter is also a woman. Son, I believe that we cannot compete with men and women. Where is the woman with high capacity and free heart and where are we men with limited capacity and narrow heart. The boy started to enjoy "Babaji's" words. "Babaji" said that a woman is the person under whose feet heaven has been placed. When she dies, she leaves everything she loves for her children. When a woman gives birth to her infant, she is in the struggle of life and death, it is not known whether she will live or die. It is known that a pregnant woman suffers as much pain as the breaking of twenty-two bones simultaneously while giving birth to a child. Have you ever felt so much pain? "Babaji" said. It is known what is the greatest quality of a woman, she does not show masculinity like a man, she does not rain slaps on a man. She does not abuse the man in front of his children. She does not kill men in the name of honor. She does not pounce on someone like a hungry wolf. She does not divorce a man in anger. She does not shout at men in the streets and markets. After hearing Babaji's words, the boy started to feel ashamed and his eyes were lowered. The name that is taken most times daily in a house is that of a mother or elder sister and both of them are females. Our houses exist because of women. Men don't build houses, women do. The beauty of the house is through the women. Everything is neat, the clothes are clean, the dishes are washed, we are blessed with the best food. If the care of small children is properly done by the head, then all this magic is performed by a woman. If the child cries a lot, the husband tells his wife to take him out of the room, my sleep is being disturbed. A woman is a very sweet thing. It does not point fingers at the character of the man, it does not reproach the man for his past. If there is a mother, she walks with heaven under her feet. After listening to Babaji's words, he realized how much a woman is an invaluable wealth of the world. Someone has said well that "existence of women is the color of the universe". Read it carefully and learn to respect women.

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