العزيزات عائشة موسى دومة احسان فقيري نجلاء

The Hand That Rocks The Cradle
Is The Hand That Rules The World

Blessings on the hand of women!
Angels guard its strength and grace,
In the palace, cottage, hovel,
Oh, no matter where the place;
Would that never storms assailed it,
Rainbows ever gently curled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Infancy's the tender fountain,
Power may with beauty flow,
Mother's first to guide the streamlets,
From them souls unresting grow--
Grow on for the good or evil,
Sunshine streamed or evil hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Woman, how divine your mission
Here upon our natal sod!
Keep, oh, keep the young heart open
Always to the breath of God!
All true trophies of the ages
Are from mother-love impearled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
Blessings on the hand of women!
Fathers, sons, and daughters cry,
And the sacred song is mingled
With the worship in the sky--
Mingles where no tempest darkens,
Rainbows evermore are hurled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
William Ross Wallace

God bless you Doc. for the beautiful present
from Wallace,W.R.
Let us all wait optimistically for the day
,When we- our women-whose hands
rocked all these cradles
Would eventually rule the World!

Do you see that as possible?
(Allah Kareem).

I fear that I might not live that long, Najat!

I hear myself moaning to an old friend the words of
Robert Lowell:

We wished our two souls
Might return like gulls
To the rock. In the end.
The water was too cold for us.

ولكن يعجبني التفاؤل في اختيارك
لك الود والتحية
(يا ذات اليد تهز المهد وتحكم عرش العالم).