What a misinformed misconception!!

The media purports to us a picture of the veiled woman, oppressed and forced to cover herself despite her will and they entitle it as "Oppression".

This may be true for some women, who live in very closed societies, but the majority wear it by choice.

Hijab (the headscarf) may not be for everyone, but the idea that a woman who wears the hijab is oppressed and mislead is an utter fallacy. It is a personal choice, and when we live in a world where personal choices are tolerated more and more, it seems inconceivable that wearing a cloth on one's head would cause so many to shake their heads in dismay.

Muslims view the hijab (the headscarf) as a symbol of modesty and chastity, where a woman's character is emphasized rather than the externals. It is a statement of the religion. Women choose to wear it because they believe it has been ordained by God. They prefer not to be characterized by their externals or physical beauty, but rather, by spiritual beauty. The hijab represents this.

You may agree or disagree, but to call it "oppression" offhand is offensive to the many millions who feel liberated by wearing it.

L’Infinito - Infinity

Sempre caro mi fu quest’ermo colle,
E questa siepe, che da tanta parte
Dell’ultimo orizzonte il guardo esclude.
Ma sedendo e mirando, interminati
Spazi di là da quella, e sovrumani
Silenzi, e profondissima quiete
Io nel pensier mi fingo; ove per poco
Il cor non si spaura. E come il vento
Odo stormir tra queste piante, io quello
Infinito silenzio a questa voce
Vo comparando: e mi sovvien l’eterno,
E le morte stagioni, e la presente
E viva, e il suon di lei. Cosi tra questa
Immensita s’annega il pensier mio:
E il naufragar m’è dolce in questo mare.

Giacomo Leopardi



Always dear to me was this lonely hill,
And this hedge, which from me so great a part
Of the farthest horizon excludes the gaze.
But as I sit and watch, I invent in my mind
endless spaces beyond, and superhuman
silences, and profoundest quiet;
wherefore my heart
almost loses itself in fear. And as I hear the wind
rustle through these plants, I compare
that infinite silence to this voice:
and I recall to mind eternity,
And the dead seasons, and the one present
And alive, and the sound of it. So in this
Immensity my thinking drowns:
And to shipwreck is sweet for me in this sea.

Sorrow

Sorrow comes to all...Perfect relief is not possible,

except with time.

You cannot now realize that you will ever feel better

and yet you are sure to be happy again.


...

A Path Of Wisdom!

I was doing a research recently, I

finished the work successfully but

soon had to do another

research then I realized there is no

end to study and research ...

It takes a hell of a lot of knowledge to

really know how little you know!!