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Being a woman in this world...

           
                   Being a woman in this world...







Before I start, I want to clear this out: I am not here to cry for equality. I also want to mention that I neither support nor criticize any ideology in particular. This blog post is about my own thoughts on being a woman in this world.

It feels really powerful to be a woman. I can bring a whole new human into this world. Not just that, I am also considered a goddess in many places. Many women before me fought, and today I am as empowered as I could be. I can go to school, college, get a job, work, and achieve my dreams.
Do you know where the problem started? When women had to fight to get what men already had and deserved too. I am a goddess, and I know that. I am capable of many things, and I know that too. I am powerful, and I know that as well. But am I safe? I will never be able to say that until the day men no longer exist around me. See, I get it—NOT ALL MEN ARE THE SAME—but how do I know who is and who is not? Rapists or molesters do not have it written on their faces. So, what do I do? How do I know which man it is?

Even today, with laws claiming to be strict, I still live in fear—what if those men find me? Randomly, one day, when I fight for my right to go to my workplace, while my parents oppose it, saying it’ll be dark by the time I come back home. What if those men find us that day? First, I had to fight for what should be a normal thing—going to my workplace and coming back home. Secondly, even after going through these battles every day, I have to live under the fear of what if they find me.
In my existence with men around, I’ve found some really awesome ones too. The ones who make sure I don’t have to walk alone late at night. The ones who click a picture of my cab’s number plate and ask me to share my live location. The ones who stand behind me if they see an unknown person looking at me. The ones who stay on the phone until I reach home, even though we have nothing to talk about. The ones who tell me to be alert. The ones who silently protect me. These are all men—protecting me against, shockingly, other MEN.

“She was wearing the wrong clothes,” “She was too free with men,” “She laughed too loudly,” “She asked for it,” “What was she doing there? It was dark, and she knew it was just men.” I’m appalled by these statements to the extent where I don’t know what to say or think anymore. My parents can raise me to be a tigress, to be a fierce and independent woman. I can be a goddess and an amazing woman, but every day, every moment, I fear what if I meet one of them. Being a woman in this world is liberating—it’s a beautiful feeling. But at the same time, it’s terrifying and fearful because some men exist. As a woman, I don’t know if it will be that guy who just made lustful eye contact with me on the train platform or the one in authority at my workplace. The truth is, I will never know who it’s going to be. It scares me every day—what if someday they find me? Will I be able to defend myself? Will they think about the goddess I am? Now I know—they will not. They won’t care if I’m a goddess, a doctor, or a human for that matter, and that might be my end.

There will be voices after me, fighting for me, yet for years I will not get justice. I might be lying lifeless somewhere, yet the proof will not be enough. I fear the day when they will find me, and then I’ll know what it is to be a woman in this world.

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  1. Mereko sab aatta hai20 August 2024 at 11:18

    Your words spoke for all the men out there, who want to bring a difference in the society and change the dynamic which was caused because some of us decided to be monsters.

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  2. Anonymous20 April 2025 at 16:56

    Glad to know that ✨

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