Blackdawn

Rendezvous

"So am I a woman now?" the eighteen year old asked her mother.

Her mother did nothing but grin, and came closer to her daughter, to have a little tete-a-tete with her. She whispered quietly, so that no one could hear her, " Ofcourse you are a woman now."

"What makes a girl different from a woman?" her daughter asked, totally perplexed.

"A girl becomes a woman the day, she understands that the responsibilities on her shoulder are much more larger than her own desires. She becomes a woman the day she knows the true meaning of sacrifice, giving her own life to give existence to another living entity." the mother answered politely.

"Tough job being a woman. Isn't it? Having too much to lose than to gain." her daughter meddled in between.

"But being a woman is one of the most wonderful job in the world. A woman has been gifted with multiple abilities. One of them is the joy of of being able to give life to another human, nurture him and love unconditionally. Another one is strength, to cope up through any trouble or trauma, be it leaving your maternal house where you spent almost half of your life and adjusting to a new house with your new family. A woman is that wonder of god who is designed to stick her family together like a glue and at the same time be the shield to protect them against any cynical brute.
All kinds of stereotypes, from body-shaming to discrimination against gender, a woman has guts to face them all and still be able to carry a smile on their face.
From bearing the pain during menstrual cycle, to giving birth to a child, a woman is capable of handling the most heartbreaking as well as the most physically straining conditions."

Amazed to hear all this, her daughter asked, " So when did I become a woman?"

"The day when you stood up against the monsters who groped you like a toy. The day when you fiercely fought back against those sadists, who tortured your body by stabbing you repeatedly with a knife. The day those beasts just abducted you for their pleasure, yet you tried to save yourself, for your loved ones and their dignity." her mother, now reduced to tears answered.

" But I died, didn't I? I lost. I lost it to them. Because my death makes them the winner." she said, now completely shattered.

"Who says you lost? You won. Because you fought valiantly and died bravely by fighting against the evil." her mother said, proudly.

Hearing this, the soul of her daughter smiled, smiled her broadest. She winked at her mom, thinking about every woman who should celebrate their mark of triumph over that every single person, every situation, where they fought against all those times wherein they ever felt oppressed or thought of themselves as less than anyone.
Her mother, now woke up from the dream, full of tears in her eyes. She stopped crying and thought of what a wonderful woman her daughter had turned out to be. She smiled for the first time in two years, since her daughter's death.