She began her journey in the womb—a silent fighter from the very start. Among millions, she emerged victorious in the miraculous act of creation. And, thanks to someone’s courage, she was spared the fate of being extinguished simply because she was SHE.
For nine long months, she endured her first battles, cradled in care and protected by love. There were endless lists of dos and don’ts, meticulously followed to ensure her safe arrival into the world. Her mother instilled in her the values of kindness and compassion, while her father taught her strength and bravery.
As she grew, life introduced her to threats—challenges she had to face simply to exist. Those threats only intensified as she matured, especially when her body began to change, when she bore the stains of her womanhood with quiet resilience. Yet, despite the strain, she radiated joy, spreading hope like the fragrance of a blossoming flower.
Ironically, the measures taken for her safety often amplified her sense of insecurity. Still, she carried herself with dignity, shaping a personality that made her parents both proud and fearful for her future. Every month, she endured the pain and burden of her biology, bleeding silently and courageously as the world looked on.
As she grew older, she learned to navigate a world filled with harassment and imbalance, her existence often threatened by the powerful. Eventually, she was given to him. Her life shifted drastically. Her possessions were no longer hers; her perspective and priorities were reshaped to fit the expectations of this new chapter.
The people she once trusted to stand by her began to feel like strangers, and strangers invaded the sacred spaces she had cherished. Through it all, her body continued its monthly rhythm of pain and endurance, an unacknowledged testament to her strength.
What pained her most was the realization that her worth, her respect, seemed tied to him. Her presence, her identity, was only acknowledged when she stood beside him. She saw him moving through life, free and independent, welcomed everywhere, with or without her. In contrast, her importance seemed conditional, fleeting, and tied to his shadow.
Was she wrong to feel this way? Perhaps his happiness stemmed from having her by his side. Perhaps her sacrifices weren’t in vain. She began to find joy in his laughter, to see her purpose reflected in his contentment. Yet, there were moments of searing fury when the imbalance of importance became too stark to ignore.
But this is the society she lives in. A society that celebrates her strength while rendering her powerless. After all, she is a woman—the powered powerless.
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