Archived Manifesto

 :  An archived manifesto  :

Year have passed, still somewhere in that dusted corner a hope is daring to gain strength. A desire is provoking all the laws restricting it. A dream is getting back. A thought is in-surging against the logic. The reality that restricts its genesis. 

I’ll send her to study. I won’t seal her faith like mine was. She’ll get out, she won’t sink in these fatal customs. Her future will be my revenge on past. Her success will be a slap on the suppression’s face, my ultimate answer to subjugation. She’ll carry the firmness of her ancestors as a weapon against this world’s doubts. She’ll be mighty like her foremothers, who have bear the weight of fear. 

I’ll make her more a woman than I ever was. The dread of extinction won’t be passed down to her, no questions will be raised on her domesticity. She won’t be handed over to end quarrels, or to settle scores. The ghosts of all those who were burned in the name of a tyrannical custom, will watch over her. She won’t leave, settle, give up because of a mere biological difference. 

Her heritage will be outrageously scandalous, audaciously demanding. She won’t endure because of years old practices, she won’t break. She’ll fight at the front line, taking the bullets with head high. Dancing on the grave of patriarchy, marching forward to the beat of her own drum. 

Such a daring feat is what my mothers left for me. This bold manifesto is what was penned down by their blood. This fearless piece is what was achieved after years of struggle. History rhymes, ours is filled with impossible accomplishments. Here is to mothers who quit so we can, to mothers who fought for a life they could never have.

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