In The Honor of Women Everywhere….


women rising

One Billion Rising” is becoming synonymous with Valentine’s Day.  A day when a call was made last year by Eve Ensler to all women and men to rise against the violence perpetrated towards women – one in three women worldwide suffer some form of violent abuse – physical, mental, emotional, sexual etc., that often tragically leads to brutal murders. Many towns, cities and countries have heard the call and organised peaceful rallys and danced demanding justice.

We have gathered in my hometown too to honor that call and stand together against the injustices.  This year I did not have time to organise a rally locally – thought about it but didn’t, couldn’t whatever…for  many reasons, tired being one of the most important ones, I did not do anything so far and it is a bit too late to call and gather in  a public place.  But it is never too late to pick up a pen and write about it like this powerful article titled “Beneath the Tree in India” written by author Isabelle Allende how she supports women through her foundation.

All I can offer this year is the poem “I Am A Woman”  written by Lebanese Poet Joumana Haddad and hope that these words give the strength and inspiration for all the women to know, recognise and honor their true power.

“I Am A Woman” – by Joumana Haddad (Translated by Issa J Boullata)

 Nobody can guess  What I say when I am silent,

Whom I see when I close my eyes,

How I am carried away when I am carried away,

What I search for when I stretch my hands.

Nobody, nobody knows

When I am hungry, when I take a journey,

When I walk,and when I am lost.

And nobody knows That my going is a return

And my return is my abstention,

That my weakness is a mask

And my strength is a mask,

And that what is coming is a tempest.

They think they know

And I let them think so,

And I speak

They put me in a cage so that

My freedom may be a gift from them,

And I have to thank them and obey.

But I am free before them, after them,

With them, without them.

I am free in my suppression, in my defeat.

My prison is what I want!

The key to the prison may be their tongue,

But their tongue is twisted around my desire’s fingers

And my desire they can never command.

I am a Woman.

They think they own my freedom.

I let them think so,

And I speak.

So, Rise, Strike and Dance to this tune and celebrate being a woman knowing your strengths and silent power that no one can steal away from you. Be amazed at yourself….You are beautiful!!!!

Dance Away….

Until next time

With Love and Respect

Padma Ayyagari

 

 

About Padma Ayyagari

I am a Human Values Activist, passionate about and trying to live steeped in Spirituality. I live with the knowledge that Love is the undercurrent of all human life. I believe in Unity of Faiths, Unity in diversity and try and live my life with unity in thought, word and deed. Helping others to lead a life of practical spirituality that will give peace of mind is my passion and life purpose.
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