Child-producing Machine

Most of the time, at the highest level of difficulties, love appears to give you a hand. Love brightens every place and eases pain endurance. When you are satisfied and in love with the choices that you’ve made, they become the light of your life trajectory in the darkest moments... Just like the woman who chooses to become a mother and ever since she sees her child as love, light, inspiration to enlighten her life as if this is the only time possible for her to make her very own decision.

(A woman is not a child-producing machine, motherhood is not the destiny of women but a choice.)