“A propitious creature,
A creature born to create,
With hands as gentle as petals,
A capacity to create.
To give a heart a beat, to bring an unalive,
Can take a life,
The male retrogrades.”
GOD could never be a man because a man has never known how to create a life. A woman carries a universe in her womb, a galaxy, mending bones in her own body. She shares her own heartbeat, knowing it can actually take her with it, but a smile matters to her more than losing her own breath. She bleeds every month, not because she’s weak; it’s her body preparing for something she’s always capable of. A tide in the ocean, when the moon is shining the brightest, prepares a soft bed for another healthy creation.
Men write scriptures about creation; women live it daily. A woman’s body is a temple where futures are nurtured and welcomed.
If creation is the truest form of divinity, then why is it men who claim authority over God? Men who twist religion and force patriarchy, claiming it as their ethics and honour, as if it isn’t disguised. They bend women according to however they need, feel, think is right, as they are in “superiority,” which is such an Ignorant behaviour because I hear them lusting over women. Raping a woman. Cheating woman. Torturing a woman. Abusing a Woman. Sexually Assaulting a Woman.
So, the act still stands. If divinity is measured by creation, compassion, and resilience, then why do we hesitate to call women godlike?
HISTORICAL CHAINS(?)
In the Mahabharata, Draupadi was stripped in the halls of power: sabha was not a private shame; it was a public trial of Dharma. The King averted her eyes, the elders sat in silence, and the law bent to masculine convenience. Bhim's vow and Krishna's intervention can stop only the cloth, not the system.
Goddess Kali was painted as ferocious to silence her power, while Medusa, once a victim, was twisted into a monster so that men could justify their lust and destruction and blame women as they have always done.
Draupadi’s question after the incident, “Whom did you lose first, yourself or me?” is not just a line from an epic; it is a philosophical rebellion. She questions ownership, agency, and male entitlement centuries before feminism was even articulated. Her humiliation reflects how society, time and again, bends scripture and dharma to serve men’s comfort.
In the Ramayana, Sita followed her husband Rama into exile, proving loyalty beyond doubt. Yet when doubts were raised about her purity, she was forced to undergo a trial by fire. Later, pregnant and abandoned, she raised her sons in a forest. Her suffering was not divine destiny; if you think, it was patriarchy dressing cruelty in the robes of dharma.
THE RELIGIOUS MYTHThe
Bhagavad Gita speaks of dharma, righteousness, and balance. Nowhere does it explicitly demand that women be silenced or subdued. Yet centuries of interpretation by male scholars ensured that women’s voices were considered distractions, temptations, or weaknesses.
In Christianity, Mary, the mother of Jesus, is revered as “Blessed among women.” She embodies sacrifice, strength, and purity. Yet the Church often reduced her to an unattainable ideal rather than recognising the living strength of women in daily life.
In Islam, Fatima, the daughter of Prophet Muhammad, is honoured as al-Zahra—the radiant one. She was known for her wisdom, resilience, and deep piety. Yet Islamic history, like many others, was later dominated by patriarchal interpretations, restricting women to silence rather than leadership.
Hinduism itself, in its truest form, celebrates the feminine divine. Shakti is energy, the universe itself. Lakshmi is prosperity, Saraswati is wisdom, Parvati is nurturing strength.
Yet despite this spiritual acknowledgement, women in history were often denied education, inheritance, and autonomy. The same men who recited hymns to goddesses denied girls the right to read scriptures.
Men wrote scriptures, drew laws, and declared, “This is God’s will.” But whose will was it truly? God, who gave women the power to carry life, never said she must be silent. God never said she must be owned. That was the voice of men, speaking with authority they stole from divinity itself.
Bleeding, Birthing: A lifestyle since 13
According to Biology, a woman's womb starts to nurture at THIRTEEN YEARS OF AGE and becomes mature to birth life, share a heartbeat, and become home for nine months to a being. Women have to go through a week dealing with the pain of bleeding before they even understand why it’s happening.
A woman’s blood has always been seen as taboo, yet it is the very cycle that ensures humanity survives. How strange it is that creation’s blood is shamed while destruction’s blood is honoured?
The womb, the heartbeat, the sacrifice; these are not metaphors. They are lived truths. And yet, society treats them as burdens rather than strengths. A woman who bleeds, births, and heals still carries herself forward, nurturing futures while being denied the recognition of her divinity.
What it Really Is
From the earliest scriptures to the modern world, women have been both worshipped and wronged. Mostly wronged. Blamed, sabotaged, and manipulated into believing that they are less. Hypatia of Alexandria, one of the greatest minds of philosophy, was torn apart by a mob who could not bear her brilliance. Countless women painted, composed, wrote, and yet their works were signed by men, women’s compositions buried under their brothers’. Their names were erased like dust as if it was never even there.
Every culture rewrote goddesses into demons, prophets into witches, creators into ‘muses’ for men. Women were never muses. Women were the makers. And no matter how many times their voices were stolen, the echo remains, louder than before, reverberating through centuries as proof that creation itself has always been feminine.
It was a Paradise
“God saddened,
didn’t even look at her creature.
saddened over how she wanted her creature
to have a companion,
to reciprocate the same love, warmth it gives,
remorsefully realised,
She opened a hell on Mother Earth,
where her flowers bloom, thinking it’s hell,
When it was meant to be a paradise.“