I WRITE TO EMPOWER YOU
When I was born, my father says, the hospital was literally filled to the brim with all the close relatives coming to ask about the newborn. Restless limbs. Fluttering hearts. Cheerful smiles. But as soon as the door to the theater was thrown open, the smiles suddenly turned into an ugly grimace. A girl was born, I was born.
The feeling of being a girl whom the society looks upon as a bad omen hasn't bid me farewell since. Though my parents have never made me go through the suffering attached to the gender I carry. But the society of which I form a part still bites its lip when a girl child takes birth. Twenty-four years have passed; people even today prefer a boy over a girl nevertheless. People still go to dargahs to seek blessings, offer sacrifices, and observe fast to have a boy when there are only 883 females for every 1000 males in the state of Jammu and Kashmir. Pathetic. Even after giving birth to half a dozen girls, a woman is made to go through the same pain all over again only to obey the orders of patriarchy. And in this process of adding sons to the family tree, patriarchy is creating a ditch for itself to eventually fall into. It is fairly evident from the fact that many old age homes have begun to spring in the valley. Being able to carry forward the chain of genealogy alone doesn't make him a worthy son; children shutting out their parents at an extreme old age stands testimony to the fact.
As for my vision for the future, it has always been one: to write for the oppressed. But the kind of journalism prevalent today which is making the writers, if not all, power hungry with every passing day has put the real issues on the back burner. I live in a state where a poor child who lost vision in his eye in a peaceful protest doesn't make it to the headlines but the one coming from a well to do family who was banned from singing does. We feed ourselves with such money-made stories every morning with a cup of tea. But I want to break free.
I want to write for those who want to tell the wretched story of their life to the world but nobody ever sits beside these helpless souls and watch them narrate the dreadful times they have faced. I want to write for the womenfolk. For those who can’t speak up for themselves for the fear of patriarchy. I want to help them give a vent to their spleen, to help them shout through my writings. Likewise, I want to write for the dear women who fight for their rights every day, some with patriarchy, others with the society. Their suffering, struggle, and finally the triumph would certainly encourage those who go through more or less the same circumstances every day.
The matter of domestic violence is just one aspect of the crime among hundred others. Writing to help women stand on their own is another objective I would like to fulfill. I want people to help their daughters accomplish the dreams that
die everyday behind their moist eyes.
And primarily I want to empower women worldwide through my writings. Pertinently the WP program is the opportunity that can help me create my space so that I’d work on creating a niche for my sisters across the world.