There are days when I admire men. I see how society burdens them with pressure—to be strong, successful, emotionally silent. Many work hard just to be seen, carry heavy responsibilities, and face judgment if they fall short of harsh masculine ideals—physically, socially, even sexually. In some cultures, they carry the financial weight of the entire family.
But then there are other days. Days when I hear of yet another war, where innocent children are killed, women kidnapped on their way home from work, raped—whether they are infants, young girls, the elderly, or even corpses. I hear of wives being beaten and silenced. Some are burned alive. Children being molested. I hear of men making public spaces unsafe, robbing women of opportunities for education, employment, and safety. I see corruption, exploitation, and brutality. And on those days, my heart breaks—and I find it hard not to hate what men have done to this world.
So I ask:
Can we imagine a world where women walk freely without fear, and men are seen for who they are—not what they’re expected to be? A world where neither gender feels the need to dominate, resent, or disappear into silence? A world not driven by survival, but shaped by respect—and held together by love?
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