Patriarchy Chapter -1
441 Words
The world had already ended once.
The giants had fallen, their bones buried beneath ash and silence.
The earth healed, slowly… patiently… as if trying to forget what it had lost.
And then, something new began.
Not with a roar, but with a whisper.
Not with strength, but with control.
Because this time, the creatures who rose didn’t just want to survive—
they wanted power.
And somewhere between fear and fire…
the first chains were created...
This story begins at the dawn of humanity, when there was only one Creator—the Supreme Being.
From that divine origin, four forms of existence were born: male, female, transgender, and intersex. All were placed gently in the lap of Mother Earth, equal in worth, equal in dignity.
In the beginning, there was no division.
Humans learned together—how to walk, how to run, how to speak, how to survive. There were no rulers, no boundaries, no one above another. Women, men, children, transgender and intersex individuals all lived as one, bound not by control, but by respect.
For a time… the world was balanced.
But balance is fragile.
Among them rose a few who could not accept equality. They hungered for control, for dominance, for power that placed them above the rest. And slowly, quietly, their thoughts began to change the world.
It didn’t happen in a single moment.
It began with small ideas—
a voice dismissed,a choice taken away,
a freedom questioned...
And from those small cracks, something dark was born...
Patriarchy.
It spread like a shadow, unseen at first, but impossible to stop once it took hold. Women were no longer seen as equals, but as possessions—controlled in the name of honor, bound by relationships, silenced by fear.
And those who did not fit within narrow definitions—transgender and intersex people—were pushed even further away, labeled as unnatural, treated as if they did not belong in the very world they were born into.
A cruel system took root.
Women became links in a chain that stretched across generations—daughter to mother, mother to daughter—each inheriting silence, each taught to endure.
They were never given crowns.
They were never meant to rule.
They were only meant to obey.
Day after day, she lives—
not freely, but carefully.
Not boldly, but quietly.
So much so that even her pain begins to feel normal.Even her chains begin to feel invisible.
And perhaps the cruelest truth of all—
she no longer realizes they exist.
But every illusion has a breaking point. And somewhere…deep within her—
something is still awake.
Waiting.
- Writer
