If ever was a time that I wanted to be a man, I regret it now more than ever. I am a woman and darn proud of it. I will never, ever, ever even want men and women to be equal because they simply can never be equal to one another. Women will always be at the heavy end of the scale because hey, we are awesome like that.
Women fulfill all expectations of them, being better students than most guys, more meticulous at professions, more ambitious as artists, more creative, emotional, and expressive. Needless to say, we are malleable enough to adjust in any frame that time and life wants us to be in.
A woman should never be challenged for any task because not only will she then fulfill that task, but she will out do herself so as to slap her challenger in the face. She will take it to heart and never forget, becoming stronger emotionally and better practically at the challenged task.
I was always a straight A student-studies and reading books was at one point in time the only things I was good at. I hated the kitchen like many normal teenage girls my age, and wasn't even that interested in fashion or interior decoration, or anything else remotely girlish. When I finally completed Bachelors, I started working immediately afterwards, not having any time for anything else. Sleeping and lazing around were my two favorite weekend pastimes then, like any normal working twenty something old individual.
When I got married, then too my life revolved around work, and MBA classes. Nothing in my life so far gave me time or motivation to start loving the kitchen and household chores. I mean seriously, no one loves chores. You have to be abnormal if you do. But unfortunately like all other social stigmas this one falls in women's laps too. If you are married and don't know how to cook, clean, and be excellent at everything that typically a maid does, then oh my GAWD! You must be the worst woman ever, because this is why Allah Taala Created you from Adam's rib right? How will you ever face your angels in the grave when the first question they will ask will be about how many dishes did you excel at cooking, and how many dawats did you have when you were alive? And the second and third questions will be how good were you at using the vacuum cleaner, and third, how good at juggling kids and chores?
Never mind your class GPA, your academic excellence, the amount of time and money your parents spent on you their entire life to be well educated and sophisticated. Nevermind your passions, desires, and aspirations; your opinions, comments, and persona. If you fail at being a cook, and housekeeper, you fail at life. Because that's what Islam also teaches about women too right?
Hazrat Aisha RA is the most prominent narrator of Ahadith. If it wasn't for her, half the men wouldn't even know their rights as husbands. Hazrat Khadija RA was the most loved of our beloved Prophet PBUH's wife. She did not just cook and clean for him, she supported him emotionally and financially when not one single person did. Hazrat Fatima RA was not just a housewife. She was the first Muslim female scholar who raised Allah's lions with her intellect and character. Razia Sultana was such a fiery soldier, men would pee their pants fighting her. The subcontinent would miss on a great heritage if it wasn't for her. Lady Diana was the most proactive peace activist of her time. I don't recall a man being the first human being shaking hands with an AIDS patient. And history is full of "women" who are strong in whatever walk of life they choose.
Who ever heard of guys leaving their parents, siblings, and homes and moving in with an entire family of strangers after marriage? How many guys take this life altering action everyday? It is only women who have the patience and stamina to do so, to live in an alien environment, endure all sorts of people, and still manage to smile at the end of the day. It is only women who undergo change in every darn cell of their bodies while hosting another life for nine months, and enduring the pain thrice the time of all bones breaking in a human body while giving birth yet forgetting it all by the first glance of their beautiful babies. Only us who can operate on no sleep, no rest, and still look socially acceptable; feel like crap but still show up responsibly.
So yes, I am proud to be a woman because now I know my true potential, and I will let no one else make me feel inferior anymore. We women rock and if anyone tells us otherwise we can always slam them wrong.
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