Not the Ones Who Waited for Time — The Ones Who Created It
Written by: Eelaththu Nilavan
These are not women
who stood with folded hands
waiting for the time to arrive.
They are the ones
who walked into the battlefield
to create time
for themselves.
They refused to bow
to every command
of oppression,
turning each imposed order
into a historic
No.
When society tried
to confine them to kitchens,
They became fire
and shook
the entire political stage.
“Patience defines a woman,”
they were told—
They shattered that lie
with blood,
with truth,
with unbreakable resolve.
Their footsteps
did not settle into the soil—
They were verdicts
carved into
the chest of occupation.
When fear chased them,
They dragged fear itself
behind them.
They declared
to the face of history:
Struggle is not the property of men.
Even death
failed to silence them,
for every fall
rose again
as a thousand uprisings.
They carried more than weapons—
they carried
the breath of a nation,
the dignity of a people,
The life of a language.
To every politician
that tried to separate womanhood
from resistance,
Their answer was clear:
Revolution is our identity.
These are not women
who merely died.
They live on—
as witnesses of history,
forever placing oppression
on trial.
Written by: Eelaththu Nilavan
