Frailty Thy Name is Woman

FRAILTY THY NAME IS WOMAN

Woman, a mother, whose love is sewn with the finest thread of paradise. A sister, whose tears would pause the toughest heart of a brother. And being a daughter, she saves the parents from the ashes of fire. The companion of man's life; a wife, without this precious wealth the richest of the rich would be in destitution. In short, once a wise one said: behind the success of every man, there is a woman. Nevertheless, this symbol of affection, emotion, compassion, and kindness is more delicate than the petals of a rose. Ocean of tears would sink her eyes, with a prick of the finger of her child. Her heart pains with a glimpse of her brother's ache. Almighty has assured paradise for parents who support this fragile being and husbands are enjoined to be the guardian of their family life; however, still she is the victim of man's prejudice. He made every effort to subdue her in every aspect of life; limiting her freedom under the shackles of custom, tradition, religious extremism. She has become a commodity, an experiment, a junk and a punching-bag. The dwellers of hell would exchange her under the customs of Vani or Swara and the companions of Satan would sell her for the sake of few coins. No one pays heed the abuse that is being done on her indeed and this innocent creature has become an object of retribution by the enemies of her siblings. She is all alone in this man-made world. Honestly, frailty thy name is women.