I am a Phoenix!
Reading and re-reading through the poetries, articles, stories and books about all those women who rise with the sun, emphasising the importance of shattering yet rising with a phenomenal beauty cracking, bending, tearing apart the clouds, the norms, the barriers erected, the windows shattered but still finding a way to rise merely just to shine brightest in the sky. I am that woman! Burnt alive in opinions, struggling through life just to get some air to breathe. You think it's the end? No my dear, me lying helpless on the ground all burnt to ashes is not the sign of your win. But it is the sign of a tornado which will occur the moment I rise from the ashes just like the Phoenix in the stories your mother had sung in lullabies for you. You might have slept listening to that lullaby but this is not a night song which will help you to sleep my dear this is a melancholy, melancholy of love and hope which is prodigious, which is rising with me, and the ...