Scheherazade
All women should be like her,
the epitome of a perfect blooming flower.
Her. Who’s her? the her in Sir Richard Burton’s translation of A Thousand and One Nights was lucidly renowned described this way:
“She had perused the books, annals and legends of preceding Kings, and the stories, examples and instances of bygone men and things; indeed it was said that she had collected a thousand books of histories relating to antique races and departed rulers. She had perused the works of the poets and knew them by heart; she had studied philosophy and the sciences, arts and accomplishments; and she was pleasant and polite, wise and witty, well read and well bred.”
She is Scheherazade. She volunteered herself to the wrath of a broken King with pure intention in hoping that the King would stop killing innocent lass just after ravishing them. The King did so because his Queen was unfaithful to him in the first place. What a way of a man and their brute reckless act in taking revenge huh? A man and his haughty imperious pride somehow would always lead him to injudicious behavior just to protect their self-esteem. But, ever heard a woman ruler doing this kind of act? Say. Whether it’s Bilqis the Queen of Sheba, or Cleopatra the Queen of Egypt? Ever heard them spilling so much blood just to vent their own rage and exasperation?
She is Scheherazade. She is a woman of brain and brawn. No one around that period was accomplished as her. She invested her time in the most flawless impeccable way. She knows her worth. Not because of being the daughter of a remarkable Vizier, but because she knew how to fully grow in facing this life, and of course to survive the so-called distinguished custom of patriarchy. Her sacrificial valiant conduct in protecting her sister and her subtle way of elegantly confronting the ruthless King were improbably done if she were just sleazing around or going on by timidly following the society flow. She chose to rise, to upgrade herself, and to keenly bring a new breeze of change with her own acquired virtues. In the end, she was gloriously succeed in sparing her own life from thousand nights of the King’s menacing death threat.
She is Scheherazade. If she were alive by now, then she would say something like: Wake up women! Don’t be easily deceived by the glowing light of golds that came out from men’s pocket! For the beauty of gold will not only shared and savored by yourself! For the beauty of gold can be earned by anyone!
Wake up women! Don’t be easily blinded by the men’s love, for their love were basically contrived of sweet empty talks and unfulfilling promises! No other human being could guarantee your happiness with their love! Only you can truly love yourself!
Wake up women! Don’t be easily give in and let them hold the rein of your well-grounded path of life! Open your eyes women! Make them lost in the depth mystery of your eyes! Make them baffle in the enigma of your true nature complexion! Bind their minds with your brain and brawn! Cuff their hearts with your charm and chant!
Yes my dear women. A new life wouldn’t start without us. We are the true history maker. We are the genuine shaper of the world future civilization. Lastly, be your own version of Scheherazade.
Originally published at https://www.tumblr.com on August 10, 2020.
