Every day, my heart is choked with uncertainty. I feel my life is out of control, and no one understands me. Fear of failure, losing and not getting success and perfection cause me to feel insecure. I can’t understand right from wrong, and often I question God’s plan for me. Sometimes I ask God why he has kept me alive despite the many times I have failed him. It seems that life is nothing but an unseen war raging within me. At times when I look in the mirror, it is hard for me to recognize myself as a woman; it seems as if I am nothing more than a shell that belongs nowhere except maybe on a battlefield somewhere in the middle east where thousands of women have already been slaughtered by other men just like me who think they know better than anyone else what is best for them or their family because they have suffered some form of loss or hardship themselves.
In contradiction, many men in this world love their loved ones more than anything. It’s true, Men most often doubt a woman’s love, but when a woman Truly Loves, she is passionate, committed, and emphatic in her affections. She feels happy when she’s with the person she loves and wants nothing more than to be near them. Their relationship is important to her on an emotional level as well as a practical one.
She cherishes moments spent together, whether they’re talking or just spending time looking at each other lovingly. The love between these two people is real and unyielding; it withstands tests of time and trials that come their way. She possesses an inner strength that allows her to overcome any obstacle or challenge thrown at her. And when it comes to relationships, she is loyal, committed, and endlessly loving Towards the man of her dreams – whether he knows it yet or not!
Let I take you through a few stories which make you believe in true love :
Live in love or Die for Love
A soldier’s wife
Evening time, sitting on the balcony with a cup of coffee and rereading the sentence two or three times, Maria imagined Beanel by her side. She smiled at him and reached out to touch him, but no, she told herself again. She closed the book and looked at the photo of Beanel kept in her book. When the war began, or it became clear that there would be no end, elderly men grew beards—white whiskers stained yellow. Maria saw Beanel everywhere even in his old age; he was seated on the same couch and stroked his beard as though studying shifting shaded of firelight. She imagines herself as a newly married couple to until their old age, sitting together and eating food with long-time gossip as the best companion. She has been waited a long time since she get married when Beanel will come, and they will live as a married couple like others. Maria imagined how wise and attentive Beanel had become over the years; while such thoughts crossing her mind, suddenly she heard a knocking sound on her door, which brought her back from her thoughts and reminded her that she should answer the calling ball before someone else did so.
Maria sighs wearily and stands up. Maria opens the door and sees two men in military uniforms standing there, saluting her as she does so. She ask them to come inside, and without a word, she steps aside and shows them where to sit . She can see their badges: they’re lieutenants or captains of some sort. Maria shakes her head; she can’t understand what they want. The men look uncomfortable, then one of them clears his throat and begins talking with a strong jaw and piercing gaze. “We regret to inform you that your husband was killed in battle,” he says.
She waits for the moment to pass, for nothing to be said. Whatever it takes, she must believe that Beanel’s death is one fact among many, that it’s not of great importance. Thousands have died in this war, and all the women are widows and many children lost their farther. She thinks about what life will be like once the soldiers finally leave their village—what life will be like after the war is over and her husband returns home safe and sound. The image keeps coming back into her head.
Maria She wonders if the two men who visit her have come from the front or are bureaucrats. Did they fight alongside Beanel? Did they see him kill enemies? Did they see him die? A thought returns, and it disturbs her. It’s the moment before the explosion. Maria imagines Beanel’s expression when he realizes that he is about to die—and she can’t accept the death of her husband as anything but an imagined daydream of her own.
A mother who lost her unborn baby
When I first got pregnant, and I was overjoyed as my waiting was going to over being a mother; I shopped for baby clothes and chose names. But after three months, I had some light bleeding. I was put on bed rest, and it stopped. When I was five months pregnant, I was awoken by a huge gush of water in the middle of the night. A scan confirmed that my baby boy had died; his heartbeat slowed drastically, and all the amniotic fluid drained out. My husband helped me through this ordeal because he had been there before with a miscarriage we’d suffered as well. It was painful but ultimately healing for both of us because we had supportive families who understood how devastating this experience could be for couples going through it together.
When i see my baby’s flesh during that moment, I was too overwhelmed to cry. The feelings were sickening. In most traditional Indian cultures, a woman is often judged by the number of children she has borne. The practice here is to hand the dead baby to the husband to take away for burial, but my relatives weren’t allowed to be with me; I picked my baby myself and took him to his father. It was the sickening feeling I have ever had. The other issue is that some people believe that child loss is a punishment from God because of promiscuous behaviour or something else wrong with a woman who has suffered repeated losses; this leads some people to blame her for having lost so many children.
All “Single Moms” are warrior queen
Mazila is a woman from a rural village in Bihar who completed her basic education. She has three children and worked as a domestic helper to help provide for them. Mazila has always dreamed of living in the big city, then she met someone lower than her caste and fell in love with him. The man left his parents behind so that he could be with her and live an urban life together. Mazila realized that if she were to support herself and raise her children alone, she would have no time for themselves to be happy. After her husband died of illness after only two years of together, Mazila was devastated and didn’t have time to grieve because she had three mouths to feed plus no resources or skills or anything at all except the determination to make sure that they would survive financially until they found jobs so they could rent an apartment or buy land somewhere nearby where they could build a house on their own someday.
This is a story of Mazila, who went through so many challenges. Her husband died before the day she finally earned enough money for his cure. It was just the beginning of her heartbreak, and she was left with three small children to raise by herself. She worked as a domestic helper to earn a decent wage and resume her children’s education. Mazila had her fair share of hardships and every obstacle she encountered in a life forced her to hold on to her faith and determination more tightly than ever before. Some family members and other people often told her that it was not important to educate all her children as she was a single mother; they said she should just educate her sons and not her daughter. They advised her to let the daughter help her with the home-based work. But She unheard of people because she wanted to give her daughter the same education as her sons. Mazila said she was an uneducated woman, and nobody could better understand the importance of education than she could. Life would not have been as difficult for her as it was only if she had been educated.
All these inspiring stories tell us that: we should never doubt the courage of a woman who loves her man from the core, a mother who lost her child and a single mother who has a tough life. Single mothers advocate, sacrifice, struggle, nurture and fight for their children. They put their needs aside to take full responsibility for their families; this is an amazing feat by being present for their children regardless of their many challenges.
It is high time our society gave them the support they need to stay strong mentally and live a stable life.