Who am I?

They think I am a woman. They are supposed to protect me as I am too vulnerable for their society. They want to keep me inside, caged and shackled by their defined rules and standards. They say I am not as productive as they are and I am more of a burden on them as they have to support me. They feed me their ideas, thinking I am not capable enough of creating anything. They think my only purpose is to please them, to reproduce for them. Act on their whims and satisfy their desires while they pretended to have none. I know their demons that linger in the darkness, feeding on the light they see. They can’t allow anyone other than their own genitals to prevail in their territory but they don't know what they have built. I am the outcome of their sins. They have squeezed me to the limit that it's time I either roar with rage and devour their feeding hand or be eaten by them. I chose the latter. It's suffocating and I need to breathe if I want to live. I choose to live; therefore I am ready to face their wrath. Welcome to the Kingdom of Frail Men, where voicing your opinion as a woman is still considered a sin. But i dared and now am surrounded by fiends that know no mercy. But I won’t let their shadow dim my light. I will shine ✨ because I know I can and I am. They fear I will tell their secrets. Well they should have known that before telling me everything. Now they have made a beast with their own filthy hands. Be ready because I am coming for you and won’t spare a single atrocity that you have committed against my body in the name of honor and gender. Just wait and watch!

And they did watch! I fought my way out, but since I was very feeble and wasn’t fed the way they would feed their male offspring, I couldn’t fathom fighting them manually. Rather, I chose my fight mentally where I was stronger than them in wisdom and strength. In a misogynist society, you have to fight the game shrewdly. Don’t let the opponent know what your next move is because if they get the whiff of it, they will act more aggressively. So I stayed calm, untill I found my way. I learned slowly and slowly did I understood their games. I showed them that I am submissive to their whims and wishes and I don’t have any thoughts or aspirations of my own. I am ready to bow down to your commands but I have one request that I would like you to consider. See, I didn’t stand up or shake their fragile egos instead i requested them like a beggar. Because the pauper always thinks they have nothing to lose so did I. I planned my only move and I wanted to try my luck. I told myself if I succeeded, I swear I was going to wreck their holes and if I didn’t, I would try to test my luck again. But to my surprise, I succeed.

I requested them to allow me to give me some time. All alone by myself in solitude. Just give me 5 mins from the chores so I can be refreshed and do the other one more diligently. It will make me more productive. They asked what time? The mere thought of having an option was fascinating. I said any! Day, night. Doesn’t matter! Any time you think that will not harness my desires.

And they did, and in that dark, gloomy and lonely time, I would read. I got myself a random book stalling casually at the vendor shop. It was the book of the alphabet. I was fifteen, an age where I’m very desirable and my wishes seemed harmless but little did they know they had ignited the fire. From there, my journey to knowledge started. The first letter of alphabet, A, introduced me to the infinite letters of possibilities. And today I am sitting casually in a cafe in an urban city, escaping the harsh realities of tribal people, enjoying a cup of tea that I bought myself, and scribbling furiously on my phone. Life surely wasn’t fair for me, but I made it fair for myself!

**For more, stay with me. i Will impart the struggles of my life but in bits. Till then thank you for listening to my story!