A NEW BIRTH OF POWER

Hi there!......this is your friend….the admin.Yeah…I know…you all must me really disappointed because of my sudden disappearance,so heartfelt sorry to all my dear friends. I was in a pretty rough shape,but as I have returned with a new spark,I’m going to start my blog afresh again ,with a simple but unsually life-changing story,inspired by a real life incident.

GIRL POWER

I was an eyewitness to this incident,which shook me to the core,but which taught me a very unusual thing.I am not just narrating a story,but I'm actually trying to give you with some piece of moral values and ideals,which you will discover when you read this with sincere hearts and go to it's depth.

There was a girl,a little flower who knew only about the vibrant colours of the world,and was never told or met by the darkness overshadowing all the good things.

She could see all through it,and loved the world for it's beauty,both of the shape and the soul.Love was what she thought of,and love was what she saw and felt.In this story,I'm going to refer to her as ISHTAR, the babylonian goddess of love and war,for it is the best name I could come up with,as you will see further in the "story".

Ishtar enjoyed her life to the fullest and was among the children who had decided to remain in their childhood forever.But she did not know what was destined for her,and that the doom lay straight ahead.She was completely oblivious of her near future,which was soon going to change her into a big and powerful woman,an epitome of sufferings and strength.

It was a great time,when people did not have to protect their girls from strolling out into those beautiful lawns,or loitering over big fancy things in the bazaars.Ishtar must be of eleven years or so at that time,and was full of her childhood gaity and laughter,for in those days,kids only got their matured senses in the ages of 17-18 yrs.They weren't told about things that were not bound for them,and were never taught anything about protection,for they had their mom and dad to protect them.There were not vicious animals with greedy mouths,but gallantry gentlemen who respected ladies as fragile little loving creatures.But the times were changing,and unfortunate lives were about to befell upon them.Those were the times that marked the beginning of the 'vulnerable women's era'.Who could know,that those sweet great gentlemen would become ravaneous demons Ishtar was to become one of the first girls to be a victim of this inbuilt poison.

It was a pleasant evening in the month of June,and the sun was setting,with the hints of orange and red still hovering in the sky.Ishtar had gone to her aunt's house,and was having a little walk with her little cousin and her brother in the nearby park,by the marketplace.She had not intended to go there,but on the continuous pleads of her dear little cousin brother,she agreed to the proposal.She was wearing her favourite olive green-colored jeans,with a nice embroidered black top.She had tied her hair in a loose ponytail,as her mommy had told her,and was feeling very tired.It was the first time that she had come to stay with her aunt and uncle,and was enjoying herself a lot.
She and her sister(her cousin) had taken their little whining brother to the swings,and were playing there while watching over the naughty kid,acting like big sisters.Just then a group of rusty and wild looking guys came towards them.They were all dressed in shabby and torn rags,and were looking like wild beasts.They came near the girls and started to pass abusive remarks.

Ishtar,being a child ,didn't know what to do.But ,acting like a brave girl,she tucked both of her little cousins behind her and started to move away from the boys.But they seemed to be determined to molest the little ladies,and so,they followed them.They were quite closer to the kids by the time they had reached the far end of the swings,and seeing a "favourable chance",one of the guys tried to touch Ishtar on her private parts.The little girl didn't know how to react ,for she didn't know what that act of the guy meant,so,completely overtaken with fear,she called a nearby woman to help them.The woman,being a good natured mother of a 2-year old child,seemed to fully understand there situation,for she immediately went towards those rusty guys and started shouting on them.

The guys,completely taken aback by the lady's shouting,stood still and listened to her with malicious expressions,having no sign of guilt on there faces,meanwhile,Ishtar and her little cousins fled from the scene,the last act of there bravery being a slap on one of the guy's face by her cousin,who seemed to be calling after Ishtar with a very vulgar syllable.They ran all the way to their aunt's house,their hearts pounding with fear of being chased by those evil shadows.

When they finally reached the house,Ishtar simply went over to her bed and sat there,dumbfounded and struck by the realization of a horrific truth.She finally broke into a fountain of tears as soon as her aunt and uncle came,summoned by her little cousin sister.Ishtar,the little molested girl was being interrogated about the location and the faces of the boys,so that the guys could be caught by the uncle.All the answers were given by her sister,for she was so torn that words wouldn't come out of her mouth.

This was no a very surprising and brutal incident,as compared to those that happen nowadays,but it was a complete life-turning accident for Ishtar.She was just a baby! How could someone be so cruel?WIth a new silence in her heart and her voice,she returned home.After a few days,she gathered the courage to tell her parents about it,who were completely shocked and terrified by this incident,and swore to be forever overprotective of the child,to keep her within their reach always,and to save her forever in their arms.
This return,although a very melancholy one,marked Ishtar's new life.The incident made her strong and aware.She was filled with a new surge of power and the light of a huntress was clearly shone in her eyes.She did not let herself be dumbfounded forever,but instead,decided to make herself a warrior.She became so mature at a very tender age,seeing the world with her new revengeful and merciless eyes,but   she never did leave her true identity,her true self full with love and compassion for the good,and a new hatred for the bad.

This was the birth of power,the birth of a girl who was going to be the face of the world's dangerous and gallantry women.This was how an ERA OF WOMEN was unleashed.