🌷DAY68: HAPPY WOMEN'S DAY

09-03-2026 | Ramadan Day 19

Aaj ka din honestly kaafi mast tha.
Matlab aisa kuch khaas nahi kiya maine… bas pura din lazily nikal gaya. Market bhi abhi down chal raha hai, toh kaam ka pressure bhi zyada nahi tha. Kabhi kabhi aise din bhi zaroori hote hai na — Jaha mast aram karo aur chill kro tuesday to sat -sun tension lelungi ...lets do the chill.

By the way… Belated Happy Women’s Day.🌷

Kal duniya bhar mein Women’s Day celebrate hua. Har jagah posts, speeches aur appreciation. Har kisi ka apna perspective hota hai as a woman and people presented that too..(loved it)

Aur aaj main bhi apni feeling share karna chahti hu…
ek woman hone ki feeling. yessssss............................

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When I was little girl, I don’t know the world yet. I run freely in the streets, I laugh loudly, I trust everyone. Childhood doesn’t teach me to fear with anyone. Life does. 

I still remember one incident from when I was very young. There was a Dark uncle around in an auto parking area where I used to play. I don’t remember much, only fragments. But even today when I think about it, I realise he can harm me but By Allah’s grace, nothing happened to me. But the memory still sits somewhere quietly in my mind....

There is one more..sadly

I must have been around six or seven years old. One evening, a stranger took me away from my area. I still remember the scene as if it was painted in my mind forever — the yellow street lights, the dark sky, the quiet road.

He took me to my favourite ice-cream stall.

At that age, I didn’t know what good touch or bad touch meant. No one had taught me. I was just a child who thought the world was safe.

Again, by Allah’s grace, he didn’t harm me.
The man was actually a fruit seller who had a big banana godown near our house, close to the Masjid where I used to play before going to school.

But today when I look back at it as an adult… I realise how dangerous that moment could have been.

Being a girl is not easy.

There is a phase in every girl’s life when her body starts changing. For me, that phase came with fear instead of comfort. I remember how the eyes of my schoolmates started changing when my body started growing. Even some girls laughed or whispered.

I was so embarrassed and scared that I never even shared with my friends when I got my periods. I stayed silent. I hide it.

Maybe that’s why today I don’t have any close school friends.

Then there are memories from Mumbai’s local trains — crowded compartments, people everywhere. I must have been in 6th or 7th standard. Just a child.

But I still remember those uncomfortable touches from men in the crowd. At that time, no one had taught me to shout, to push someone away, to raise my voice. No one had explained what harassment was.

I only knew one thing —
I felt very bad.

So bad that sometimes I couldn’t even sleep peacefully at night.

There is another memory I still carry.

A man smell cigarette once came too close to me. He leaned near my ears and mouth while speaking and touched my shoulders casually, as if it meant nothing. I hate it . I hate it

And again…
I stayed silent.

There were also moments when someone closer to me crossed boundaries. I forget to erase all but unable to do it...

I didn’t speak.

Sometimes life teaches us a strange lesson:
Where I shouldn’t shout, I shout.
And where I should shout… I remain silent.🌷

And later… I only regret it.

These are just a few stories from my life as a woman. There are deeper ones too — stories that are still buried, still not ready to come out.

But despite everything, I don’t judge all men.

Because in my life, I have also seen good men. Men who respect, who protect, who treat women like human beings — not objects.

Those men are rare, but they exist.
And for them, I have respect.

But for the men who see women only as physical servants — a mindset that has existed for decades and sadly still exists today — I carry anger. The Big Anger......

Today, I just want to send love to all the women and the Lil child and girls around me.

To the girls who silently carry their pain.
To the women who still smile despite everything they have faced.
To the strong ones who survived things they never deserved.

You are not weak.

You are flowers that survived storms.

I Dua:

May Allah protect every woman in this world.
May every girl grow up feeling safe.
May every woman find respect.

May Every women Always be queen in the world and be 10/10 everywhere..

And may the next generation of girls never have to write stories like this.

Happy Women’s Day to every strong, intelligent, beautiful woman out there. I love you are womens..🌷

more to talk but We’ll talk again… some other day.