I am no feminist. At least I think I am not. My limited understanding of the term made me refuse from agreeing to tag myself with such label.
But I never see women as helpless creatures. I have been raised to see how powerful women can be. And I am, after all, mothered by a very strong (at heart and physically as well) lady.
But I never see women as helpless creatures. I have been raised to see how powerful women can be. And I am, after all, mothered by a very strong (at heart and physically as well) lady.
1) Men, Women.
Because I have seen that no matter how irrational women seem to men (who feel that they are the most rational being), fact ONE: *in the current state of time* men could not live without women is far truer than fact TWO: “women could not live without men”. This does not have to be a bad thing. Nor am I implying that it is a good thing.
But why would I see it that way, anyway? Because of a simple excuse, really: I’ve seen more women and fewer men surviving broken marriages without remarrying. And for “broken” here I mean in cases when the spouse died or lost or divorced or any matters that left the other spouse ‘behind’. And if it’s the women who were left behind it would be usually includes the children too; and most of the time with no money.
Though, of course, the actual truth is that we need each other to survive—in a more general perspective. I hold to the belief that men and women are not equal but the lacks of each other completes the ever ready awesomeness of God’s creation.
But why would I see it that way, anyway? Because of a simple excuse, really: I’ve seen more women and fewer men surviving broken marriages without remarrying. And for “broken” here I mean in cases when the spouse died or lost or divorced or any matters that left the other spouse ‘behind’. And if it’s the women who were left behind it would be usually includes the children too; and most of the time with no money.
Though, of course, the actual truth is that we need each other to survive—in a more general perspective. I hold to the belief that men and women are not equal but the lacks of each other completes the ever ready awesomeness of God’s creation.
2) Women: the catalysts
Back to the first thing in my mind: I don’t think women as helpless creatures who would ALWAYS need assistance. The beauty of gracefulness is in its power of independence; being capable of taking things into her own hands and knowing when to turn her face down humbly and knowing when to hold her head up high. *so not me... sigh*
I have heard of stories when women affected an entire era, when women are the icon of revolutions, when women mothered children to grow and be some of the most powerful people in the world. And I have experienced firsthand how powerful a woman can be—from the eyes of a learning daughter.
I have heard of stories when women affected an entire era, when women are the icon of revolutions, when women mothered children to grow and be some of the most powerful people in the world. And I have experienced firsthand how powerful a woman can be—from the eyes of a learning daughter.
Proud to be a woman?
But through these eyes also I have seen how women can be the cause of the disruption of an entire empire. The cause of endless troubles. The cause for damages beyond repair. Of the little ‘homes’? Or ‘my own little empire’, if you know what I mean. Dad? Still, doesn’t that show how powerful women can be? How we are capable of so many things without any assistance?
Then we say “maybe I put too much emphasize that we could be responsible of such negative things”. We are not the cause for so much negative effects (?)—then maybe I should use lesser ‘serious’ word for us: we are, therefore, “just” the catalyst. Maybe that should make us feel better. Uhuh.
Then we say “maybe I put too much emphasize that we could be responsible of such negative things”. We are not the cause for so much negative effects (?)—then maybe I should use lesser ‘serious’ word for us: we are, therefore, “just” the catalyst. Maybe that should make us feel better. Uhuh.
3) The helpless and the flawed
Alas, through these eyes also I saw some women portraying only how helpless they are to the race of men. But who am I to judge how some of us wanted to appear in other people’s eyes. And who are we to decide what everyone sees in us through our actions; because different eyes see differently and different lips decides different names as labels for even one sole action.
Having said all these, I am by no means implying that I am the perfect woman. I am flawed as I am supposed to be. I am weak at times when I am weak and I am strong at other times when I am not weak. I am as ever and as everyone else is—just human. These flaws are meant to be so that it would always remind me that I need to always make never-ending efforts to better myself; and also to remind me of the One, and the Only.
Having said all these, I am by no means implying that I am the perfect woman. I am flawed as I am supposed to be. I am weak at times when I am weak and I am strong at other times when I am not weak. I am as ever and as everyone else is—just human. These flaws are meant to be so that it would always remind me that I need to always make never-ending efforts to better myself; and also to remind me of the One, and the Only.
4) The hopelessness of my helplessness
Reflecting back to my past, I have had times when I was forced to handle everything on my own. So much power on my own life that I forgot how to ask for help. Sombong. Yes. At times I might have seemed too arrogant of a woman. Sometimes, to me, a helping hand might seemed like an act to degrade me.
But on the contrary, here I am, fearing that I am too comfortable—now that I have someone to lean on to. Someone who’d do almost anything to ensure that I know he’s there for me. He made me believe all his help for me is no help at all—instead, it is actually his responsibility in the first place.
But on the contrary, here I am, fearing that I am too comfortable—now that I have someone to lean on to. Someone who’d do almost anything to ensure that I know he’s there for me. He made me believe all his help for me is no help at all—instead, it is actually his responsibility in the first place.
I forgot to ask for help again, but this time it’s not because I was doing everything on my own but because asking is not needed anymore. This transition has sometimes left me wondering and left me confused with the issue of who is driving my life?
Because at some point I was afraid that I would not know how to do anything without him anymore. Now that I fear this, am I a helpless woman?
Because at some point I was afraid that I would not know how to do anything without him anymore. Now that I fear this, am I a helpless woman?
5) You and my hopefulness
I would like to believe that I am still this woman *or girl, still, maybe* that is so strong that she doesn’t need a man’s help. I would like to believe that I am not a helpless girl. I told myself I wasn’t. I am not. I am strong and I am enough of two hands, two feet and a head.
But damn I still need you. I want you. Because I know no matter how strong I am, you help make me stronger. You’ll help make me much more stronger. Because my perception of ‘us’ didn’t change since the moment I decided that there should be an ‘us’: I can learn something from this guy. And I did, I am and I will learn much more with you.
But damn I still need you. I want you. Because I know no matter how strong I am, you help make me stronger. You’ll help make me much more stronger. Because my perception of ‘us’ didn’t change since the moment I decided that there should be an ‘us’: I can learn something from this guy. And I did, I am and I will learn much more with you.
6) Kesimpulan:
Lelaki sekuat lelaki berhati besi,
Perlu Hawa disisi hati melengkapi diri.
Wanita segagah berkorban separuh nyawa,
Perlu Adam penyara, pembimbing rasa.
Begitu, malam punya siang sebagai pengajaran,
Teringat; mulut ikut hati sampai berat sesalan.
Jika tuan tinggal, tiada tuan menemani,
Tiada semangat diri, sekuat hati besi.
Oleh itu, atas kesedaran diri punya falasi sendiri,
Hamba meminta maaf, harap ampun diberi.
Kesimpulan sisi: Perempuan, tolong lah. Tolong lah. Tolong, please...