I wrote this in the name of all those strong women, who need it the most right now.
*Takes a deep breath*
The hassle of this world, I tell ‘ya, is goddamned exhausting. Bit by bit, it steals away a realer version of you, more, and a little bit more, eventually leaving you perplexed in the midst of the trial. When I am genuinely depleted in strength after the end of a tiring day, I look into the mirror, unmask myself, and unfold what dwells deep down to the core. And be real, genuine, and most authentic self to myself. After all, at the end of the day, I am answerable to myself in the quiet, and nobody else. At least I can trust myself on not being judgmental *Sighs*.
We are consumed by the pace of this evolutionary world, the judgmental nature of inhuman souls. Our lives are much like bucket balance where we end up balancing the responsibilities of our lives in their “perfect” proportions. Some challenges outweigh our strength and hit as a jerk on our shoulders, some empower us through accomplishing them in the right order. And the cycle continues in this perceived order. And, we are expected to maintain the perceived order as well. But easier said than done!
We, women, are complicated creatures. Our complexity narrows down to the core of our hearts and from there seeps into our souls. We need affirmation, compassion and attention all the time. I overheard a conversation, that rehearsed a term, ‘strong women’, which sounded very much liberating to my sense of hearing. This term made me question whether I am a strong woman or not. Can a woman be complicated and strong at the same time? Can a strong woman breaks down? Does she chins up and faces the highs, the lows and everything in between with a positive outlook towards life? Has she ever drowned in the emotions, which can propel one to collapse? Is she an ideal kind of woman? Does she always do the right thing?
Strength has nothing to do with how sensitive you are to the core, or how bold you are on the surface. Or how right or wrong the decisions you have made in your life. Or how perceptive or insensitive you are towards the needs of the needy. It has more to do with how you confront a storm and manage to sail anyway. It is how you rise from the ashes when the odds are rigged against you. No matter how subtle, cruel or unfavorable the world gets, she wins an edge over the rest with her staunch belief in doing the next right thing. Her. Right. Thing. That’s what real strength of a woman is. The beauty of a strong, liberated woman. And know what, every single woman in herself is strong, brave and incredibly courageous. The world rests on her shoulders after all. You and I, are now sitting on terms of discussion because of those strong women, who had borne us with difficulty, raised us and taught us. It takes strength to do all of this. I swear.
This blog post goes out for a woman dearest to my heart. Just want to remind you that your struggle won’t go unnoticed, unheard, or undone. It will liberate you, higher and higher where the skies and the heavens meet, where His Throne rests. Beyond the mundane. Above the ordinary. The best will be your destiny, Insha’Allah (God Willing).
The perceived order may not always be the right order. Sometimes the strongest act to show up is to stay. And sometimes it is, to walk out with grace, dignity and courage. It takes courage to leave. It does. And you have it, in you. Do the bravest and strongest thing right now. Focus on doing the next right thing. Just the next right thing. Let God take care of the rest.
One last message to console your heart-wrenching soul, before I take my leave;
This too, shall pass.
Love and prayers.