✍ Greetings to those wrinkles that were made with their tenderness .. and their strength that even the mightiest of men could not resist ..

To the one who gave birth to half .. and taught another half

To her we go .. to her we seek refuge when we are sad ..

That tenderness is not for sale for us to buy ..

It is not given as a gift for us to ask for ...

It is that blood that once carried life to a fetus

Until he became a man ..

She is the whole world .. and no one is beyond her ...

Rather, she is the harbor, the anchorage, and the support ...