THE ROLE OF WOMEN

As there is a lot of discussion taking place recently on women, because of the occasion of the International Women's Day, I had a few thoughts about their role in the family, society and their activities in general. Women play an important role in society even though they are not duly acknowledged for it .. Women are life's driving force. Observe life itself and you will have this ascertained.

At home, women are a companion, mother, "economist", decorator, cook, technician, counselor, educationalist, psychologist, nurse, comforter, and let it be said here, a lover as well. Ready and eager for every job. They beautify the house with love and understanding for everyone, and in every friction between fathers and children, or amongst the children themselves, they always have a way to bring about calmness, logic and love for all.

Women, because of their maternity, always lag behind men in the occupational sphere, their careers, the sciences and politics. Even though it is statistically proven that women are extremely smart, perhaps more than the male gender, yet they are left behind. And this, as I said before, because they have to play the most important role of humanity: that of bearing life itself. After the 9 month duration of pregnancy, there follows the birth and care of the newborn. And 4ere everything else stops, giving way to one consideration only, because by nature women feel obliged to raise and care for their children. Then if they are lucky, alive and have the endurance, at that time as their children go to school, they can continue with their careers.

Meanwhile, men have taken over the higher positions, and that's why we see women almost always occupying subordinate positions. I admire women in whatever stage or position they find themselves in; I admire their temperament, dynamism, industriousness, patience and endurance.

Reading the book "Sophie's World" by Jostein Gaarder, I see the following:
Olympia De Cruz demanded the same rights for women as for men. And what happened? They executed her in 1793 and forbade women to get involved in any political activities. What can I say? Can you believe this, the bastards! Even the philosopher Aristotle did not have a high regard for the second sex (women). And I read and ask: how could that man be so strong in philosophy and at the same time so silly? This is what the author (J . Gaarder) wrote and I agree with him. Even today, men do not accord women the value and the rights. they must have to live well.

And egoism and 1 might add indifference, while all that is happening. They are introverts, devoted to themselves and their own families. To all others, they show indifference. That is why sometimes vve have people to write for the others, for other things, for the years we lived together and happened that we have buried the memories so deep that we tremble with the thought someone else win bring them to the fore.

We have eaten. drank. beautified ourselves so why should we worry about our past lives? Someone should have the courage and love to bring the memories back, to show the picture, clear it up, renew it and give it new life. You might hear this now. Where did he, or she find the courage to write all these dreadful things, all this misery and hardship? What is the use of writing it and wasting his or her time? But, what a pity we, who lived in those circumstances, haven't the courage to face up to our own calendar.
We do not know that we need it and our memories should be our companion.

"I remember" Because if we don't, and forget our past, we will lose the lot. You have witnessed when they talk about a  known person, that he or she has lost his or her memory and became a nothing, and then we feel sorry for their incurable illness that closed them in the cage of amnesia, of void and wear.

Let us sharpen our memory 'and remember. E. G. Personally while looking at our house one morning, when the windows were covered in vapor, and I couldn't see through, I decided to clean the windows and with my finger 1 drew scenes, Howers, birds, anything to get rid of the vapor so the morning sunrays, could penetrate. Doing that, I saw a bird and imagined taking me on its wings and travel together looking for the dream. Yes, the dream that I reached and now between us we will share, to enjoy and I hope you vvill appreciate these few hours as we travel together.

Translated and edited from Litsa's Greek book Reminiscences, Questions and Doubts. by Chris and Vertie Andalis

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Each Season's Happenings

The years are slipping away.
Some are like the carnivals
decorated with silk costumes.

Other years worn with rags, wars and famine.
There are years like the jester and funny clowns,
or with laughter, forced or unreal.

Some years have tears shining with joy
whilst others are confronted with nothing but grief.
Time is the unseen artist, he interprets the years
with his paint brush, depicting us, flesh and blood.
He shows our innermost thoughts,
sometimes impetuously, maliciously.
A foot is painted on a head or a head on the ribs.
He doesn't care; he paints our feelings, emotions
and the awesome events which arouse us.
Then he seeks acknowledgment for his endeavours.

The years disappear yet the toil remains,

to seal each season of life with its own purpose.
For each generation there are seasons

to rejoice and dance.
There is a season that awaits us all.
The time of Calvary and certainly
the years are slipping away.

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