The Unwritten Power of a Woman

From Silence to Strength

On one side stands a woman, called “weak” in hushed whispers, diminished in actions, yet glorified in grand speeches about respect.

For centuries, she has been worshipped in sacred words, told, “There is none like you.” Yet when new life grows within her, smiles appear above while silent wishes hide below.

“The goddess has arrived,” they say when a daughter is born. But soon that goddess is renamed, reshaped, and reassigned to belong to someone else.

From cradle to cremation, she is taught a single lesson: You are nothing on your own. Be grateful you were chosen.

Do not dream too loudly. Be thankful you survived, for countless others were silenced before their first breath. Remember, you are called a burden before you are ever called a child.

Stay in the shadows, they say; light is not meant for you. They claim you belong to everyone, yet your rights are measured, trimmed, and contained.

The woman who slays demons as a goddess, why is she defeated in silent battles within her own world?

Desire overpowers her, sometimes disguised as love, sometimes revealed as control.

O woman, how long will you inherit this script of helplessness?

You are strength. Recognise yourself. Write your story in the ink of your own voice.

Do not just dare to dream; dare to fulfil. And if fate pauses your dreams, become the architect of another’s dawn. Let your daughter, your little angel, dream with fearless eyes.

Give her courage. Be her shield. Be her fire.

Do not bind yourself to society’s rusted expectations. Hold fiercely to your light.

And one day, the world will not whisper; it will proclaim: A woman stands above all.