“We are all born unfree and unequal: subjects to our physical and psychological hereditary, and to the customs and traditions of our group; diversely endowed in health and strength, in mental capacities and qualities of character” (Will Durant).
We quite forget who we are when we are forged to be ones we are unable to exist within. Even after so many fragile thoughts, my pen at this very moment shivers to write words so full of lifeless pledges and despair, but yet somehow forces me to appease an angry gender.
The disapproval of the other half has been continuously befalling the gender for as many decades as I can read into the past. Somehow, to my saddest contemplations, I can regard myself a gender of existence, but unable to differentiate my existence with the expectations I and my kinds have been holding throughout the history.
“Inequality is not only natural and inborn, it grows with the complexity of civilization” (Will Durant, the lessons of History). As a child, I had quite gone far more than one could dwell into books, to find a sole reason to what was the core for this unfair and meddling outcome.
In the days of the ancient Greece, from around the 550 BC women had legal rights to train, inherit knowledge, walk the paths as an equal gender and in Sparta, they owned their vast lands and did not need the other gender to write for them.
Meanwhile, this was the time when they possessed worthiness to several Gods and Goddesses. However, as a teen I developed the senses to dig unto the period before medieval where women somehow were subjects to the mess the other gender caused; be it wars, feuds, chaos, inaccuracies and so on.
From being buried ruthlessly, married in the name of fame and brutality, sold to and equipped as possessions and jewels, oppressed to think and maltreated by spouses. The endurance continued to get as worse as one had not hoped for and that we all know quite well.
New to the minute of adulthood, logics got my back and what women had gone through centuries before me for the specific reason of gender equality and empowerment, made me proud in my own age and era. This began in the 1920s when the suffrage had been a feature to their revolution of a firm role in the society, and a legitimate right to vote, meanwhile the 1960s to 1990s had been jotted in history as waves of their uplifting hopes. The age of reason for women had finally been forged into their minds and souls by then.
The thoughts and reasons have evolved since, and humans have come a long way, both the genders have suffered harshly, perhaps one could say that one has suffered a little more than the other. Woefully, the dualism is yet breathing even in the Holocene Epoch of the Cenozoic Era.
Some halves of the world are yet in struggle and the history is back in the process just not in writing this second. Countries and cities yet exist where womanhood is crushed like an omitted existence being wrapped in a box of a thousand names. Yet, a world of cruelty is to be perished where girls cease to educate themselves, inhale several persecutions, and survive in uncertain situations which should have not come on them in the first place. When did we become from Goddesses to slaves and slaves to Goddesses henceforth turning into the oppressed again?
My words for my kind could not be any more accurate than this distinct space of limitless considerations, the world owes us as much as it owes its nature for we are nature itself and process to be.
A world where womanhood lives without the continuous attempts of attention, equality and freedom to thought and life, a world where equality is breathed for good this time, a world of two genders equally roaming in the paths of logic and reasoning, and a world of a history used to develop senses in a single shot. Because “Humans, not a person, makes the equal civilization “
