» Can I go outside?
Answer- No. You are a girl. Not allowed.
» Can I study what I want?
Answer- No. A girl is not allowed to study. Why does she need to study?
» Can I get your love the way you do my brother?
Answer- No. Boys are privileged to get more love.
» Can I show my strength instead of weakness?
Answer- No. You shouldn’t show your strength before men. No matter how strong you are.
» Can I open my wings?
Answer- No. A girl is meant to live in a cage.
» Can I fly high into the sky?
Answer- No. How can a girl fly? She looks pretty when inside the four walls of a room. Not in the open sky.
» Can I break my silence? It hurts.
Answer- No. A girl is meant to drink every drop of pain and keep silent. No matter how much it hurts.
No noise! No voice! No standing up!
Every time… Every time what does she hear?
No. No. No.
And only No.
This is what her destiny is! Right?
She doesn’t have any right to voice her pain, no matter how much she gets tortured, physically, mentally, emotionally…
She should just keep quiet. Why?
Because she looks pretty in her pretty silence, even if this silence is just the façade of her unbearable violence.
She is allowed to cry, but not aloud. Why?
Because it can reveal the secrets, the pain she buries, with her own hands, deep down beneath the smile she wears on her face.
They see her tears.
Is it really her tears or a silent revolution she cries in the form of tears that actually depicts her burning fire?
A fire she’s been carrying for a long time in her chest.
They think she is too emotional, too weak a girl. Why?
Just because she cries. But they fail to realise that her bleeding tears are no longer weakness, but her emotional strength that is expressed in burning fire, where her pain becomes a tool to forge.
She is always taught to be calm, to stay small, to remain elegant.
But what if her calmness, modesty, elegance turn into a weapon?
A weapon those manipulators wield so well to manipulate, to crush her underfoot so badly that she can’t even dare to stand, not just on her legs, but her own voice.
Can you see her silent, invisible tears she bleeds in a silent violence?
Now what should she do?
-Just listening or start manifesting.
-Just bearing or start beating.
-Just letting her legs crushed or start standing on them.
-Just crying or start trying to voice her deafening silence.
You know, as a woman, what I’ve observed so far:
The more she tries to hide,
The more they try harder to suppress the tide she carries in her chest.
She hides, not out of fear, but because of the standard this brainless society enforces as a norm, where a woman is required to bear because it protects her dignity, no matter if this stupid standard actually violates it.
Do you know why they try this much harder to suppress…?
They do so, not because she’s weak, but because they fear.
Yes! They fear her tide truly carries the potential, the power that can vanquish the hollow waves of their superiority, fake power, and consequently, the fragile building of their arrogance that they vaunt as strength, can collapse and crumble severely.
They quietly believe that she’s just as fierce as them, but she’s always forced to subdue her burning fire:
A fire if mastered can forge, if left unchecked, it can turn into a destroying force.
This is what they know, which is why they fear, as a result, start suppressing and oppressing her.
⦾ They try harder, yet she breaks the cage, opens the wings, and flies high into the sky freely.
⦾ They try harder to trap, yet she cuts all the traps and escapes the grasp, wisely and fiercely.
Can you see her outcry has transformed into a battle cry ⁉️
I always wonder:
If she willingly chooses to be a good girl, an obedient daughter, a funny sister, a steadfast wife, a caring mother, and a modest woman,
Then why… Why can’t they even show a minute willingness to be a nice boy, a protecting father, a loving brother, a loyal husband, a biddable child, and a real man?
If she stands for herself. They say you are ‘too much’, ‘too arrogant’, ‘too opinionated’.
Think… Who made her like this❓
She was always calm, kind, and emotional.
◓ It is they who turned her calmness into fierceness.
◓ It is they who turned her kindness into cruel kindness.
◓ It is they who turned her emotional beauty into violent force.
Now the paradox is:
» Being themselves the reason for her to be like this, they say you are “too much”.
Look at the fierce beauty, yet she chooses to remain steadfast, staunch, loyal to her family, beloved ones.
That’s why she’s called a “Woman”.
Not by gender, but by choice:
A choice that depicts not weakness,
but her unshakeable strength, purity, and innocence.
She holds the same potential, the power, the ability to build, to create, to lead wisely, strongly, unshakeably.
She’s like that river, calmer than anything, yet a relentless fire:
A fire which is constructive, not destructive.
Remember!
» It’s NOT Her Silent Tears, But Burning Fire.