Artwork by Mahenoor Raphick
When I think of the word
Empathy
I think of you
I think of you because you did not have any
I once told you why I am a feminist
How a woman lives at the edge of fear
The fear of being assaulted, harassed, killed
The fear of being another victim
The fear of being one of three women
And you said,
“Don’t worry, it won’t happen to you”
How naïve of me
To fall for someone who could not understand
That this fear, lives under my skin
I was 12 years old when my dadi draped a dupatta across my shoulders
And whispered to me
“A woman’s honor is in her body”
She told me honor is like salt
An ingredient which controls all the flavors of the handi
I kept my salt in different jars, guarded by knives I carry in my bag, covered with my scarf
I was 14 when I cried because a woman’s face was painted with acid
I was 16 when I saw how a girl in a Mumbai bus was robbed of her salt
I grew reading newspapers adorned
with incidents of honor killings and karo kari and domestic abuse
So, now when you ask me
“Why are you such an angry feminist?”
I tell you, loud and clear,
I am sick of hiding my salt
I don’t have any more tears to cry for my fellow women
And I have decided to turn my empathy
into words into poetry into stories that will avenge all those women we have lost to system
I have decided to fight.
Hi! I am Abeera, a 22-year-old writer. I have been writing for some time now and there is nothing that I enjoy more than translating my feelings into words. Paley said, ‘Write What Will Stop Your Breath If You Don’t Write’ so here I am. Writing is the only form of rebellion I can show. It is the fire I have to spill on pages because if contained within it would kill me.
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Love this 💜💜.
Especially the illustrations 💕💕
A wonderful writer and a wonderful artist!