From the very start, I always hated the word “Woman,” from a small toddler to even a teenager and maybe even ahead. Not because the pronunciation was weird or the speaking, it was because after having such a beautiful meaning to it, then to it was a mere wordless and actionless term that always stopped me forever. 

Starting the journey with the blood of my mother’s womb till the bleeding of blood from my vagina, always neglected by everyone to wipe it off, then it its sports day or even academics, always the prejudice of not being as great as a man. Furthermore, riding a motorcycle or a car, if there is an accident, is the stereotype of a woman being the driver. If you are bleeding, you are impure, not allowed to touch the utensils of the kitchen, not to touch God’s statues, be silent about the pain, and not to even sleep in the same bed as others. After Women were considered the pride of the nation, worshiped as the Goddess, being the gem of the nation, then too sold to an unknown man with illegal gains and should no longer have contact with her parents, just like it was never her house, to have no rights on her household now, being the guest in her house, always nod on her husband’s decision, always welcome her mother-in-law tantrums, being the puppet just follow her new in-laws. Why such injustice? After having the constitution to make equality? Why such torture? At every step, why do the women suffer? Launching laws, policies, etc. what is the need? 

Because at the end of the day, she is a fragile body, having a smile every day with no justice but just the book with pages of women empowerment. The hatred towards the word has only trauma, from the start to the end. To even get to be born or in the end die peacefully. Maybe someone plans to throw acid or a devil’s smirk to do something nastier. The word “Women” is nothing but giving trauma to me. No one would even lend a hand to me if I fail at something. I hate it because of those dangerous eyes preying on me. No matter how much I run from hating the word, at the end of the day, it is an adjective that describes me. I want to make it my motivation but life is more convoluted. Motivation is a double-sided sword, it gives me a reason to move ahead but to even look back, I try my best to have courage and move on but the hate rises more as the future keeps repeating the previous history. So, “Women” must stay on the sidelines, until we all realize that if this word was not in the dictionary and if that womb was not present, how would the world even work?

Because at the end of the day, it is the word ‘woman’ who sacrifices her life for thou, but thou gives her pain.

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