A
Tribute to Women
In dedication to Anahid
Bina, by: Elham Ezzati, M.A.
From: Persian Heritage
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This is a tribute
to our mothers, grandmothers and sisters or the women who have
come and gone throughout centuries and the women who are here
today taking their place; women like you and me. This is a
tribute to women from all walks of life. No matter where
they came from or what position or status they held, these are
women who have toiled the soil for most if not all their living
years. These are the women who worked for hours, days, even
years, often non-stop, pouring their sweat, sometimes their heart
into what they felt needed to be done. Some of these women
got to see the fruit of their hard labor while others
didn't. One thing is clear though, no matter what little
satisfaction they got or didn't get out of it, they still got the
job done otherwise you and I wouldn't be here today living the
life we lead.
Throughout time
these women have done their share of the work often quietly, and
sometimes not so quietly, at times, even with a lot of anguish and
despair too But in the end they did the work because they
knew if they didn't, no one else would.
While some of
these women chose the work they gave their time and effort, more
often than not, they didn't have the luxury of choice. Many
felt their work was their fate and so it was only their duty to
accept it and carry it out. Perhaps as a result, many also carried
the burden of resentment. But they still stayed and did the
work and quietly buried their grief within themselves. Some
carried their grief and resentment into their graves, or may be it
was the grief and the resentment that finally carried them to their
graves. Either way, many left and still leave today with a
heavy heart and a silent voice. This is a tribute to all
these women who have come and gone, and those who are here today
doing the work but are rarely seen, recognized or acknowledged for
their share.
Though these
women come from all races, religions, sects and cultures, we are
able to relate to them as our own mothers, sisters, aunts, and
grandmothers. This strong kinship always existed among women.
No matter from what part of the world we come from, whenever we
hear about another woman who may be lost her life to cancer, we
let out a deep sigh of despair for we only know too well of the
pain that finally took her precious life. We know her as our
own because her pain is our pain.
So let us come
together, pay tribute and celebrate the lives of these women
through celebrating our own precious lives. Let us celebrate
our own talents and unique qualities and give ourselves the
acknowledgment and the recognition due for our efforts and hard
work however big or small. Let us recognize and honor the
mother, the sister, the aunt and the grandmother within ourselves
and within each other and remember that like a burning candle that
illuminated the dark, we too need to honor and cherish the light
within ourselves and each other for giving light to the world
around us.
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