Fear, disappointment, anger and contempt are human aspects. ( And without any bias or bigotry or any misinterpretation you might get from my words, against men). Women are different, no doubt about it. Men broke so much more quickly. Grief didn’t break women. Instead it worked havoc, it hollowed them out, gradually. We all begin this gale before we are ready, before we are strong enough, before we know enough; we begin a dialogue with thoughts and feelings that we put down and create. We respond before we know how to actually define this dialogue, before we know all the answers, and before we know exactly to whom we are speaking. That tolerance is not to be confused with transformation. It has to do maybe, with distractions and diversion. Dealing with a Middle Eastern society. Dealing with harassment. The bringing up of children, the feeding and educating of children; the running of a house with its thousand details; personal relationships with their innumerable aspects that pull woman’s normal occupations in contrary with the creative life, or contemplative life, or even a so called delicate life style. The problem isn’t about going to work or being a mom nor was it “independence”. It is basically: how to remain whole in the middle of all the distractions of life; how to remain balanced. How to remain strong, no matter what shocks come in on the brink and whisk things inside women.