LETTER TO THE QUEENS

She was walking on a pedestrian path. She called out for me. I was buying ice cream for her. She screamed & I at once returned to her. I saw her on the ground. She has fell on the ground & got her elbow hurt. She was dusting herself up & had tears in her eyes. I told her, “It’s okay Sweetheart, you’re my Queen, Queens don’t get hurt, they’re strong.”

She gazed towards me with enrage in her eyes & said, “Don’t you call me Queen next time!” I was puzzled & dazzled by her reaction. Girls at her age normally love such titles. She dusted herself & stood up refusing to take my hand. I had a crippling in my heart & was confused on her response to my help. I interjected, “Sweetheart, have I offended you? Are you off because you fell & I wasn’t there to reach out to you?”. She took my hand, kissed it & said, “Never, I can never be offended by such a silly thing, I’m offended because you called me Queen.” First, I sighed & then I laughed. I asked, “Why? Is being called Queen a matter of shame? Or is there something wrong with the word? Normally girls love to be called Queen, especially at your age.” She started walking on the pedestrian path, with her ice cream in her mouth & replied with a spark in her eyes, “Do you know what is the real function of Queen?” I paused & stopped walking, I knew what she was saying, I knew what she meant. She narrowed her eyes & insisted upon her question, this time stressing the words the real function of Queens. I replied, “Yes, I know, I have also watched Queen Bee movie, I know their real function is just to lay eggs.” Something pinched me in the heart, a girl so young of age 15 has revealed a secret upon me, FUNCTION OF QUEEN! WOMEN! QUEEN!

“So, now you won’t call me Queen next time, okay?”, she said & I agreed. Since that day I never called her Queen, but that question left me in a dilemma, so many days, so many years, since eras, women are calling themselves Queens without knowing the real function of Queen. Queens are to lay eggs, just lay eggs?? Just to marry & prepare a generation? Really?. She left me in a great tyranny. I couldn’t stand the exclamatory meaning of Queen, I didn’t know why she hated it, Queens are treated like a lady of code. They are treated highly, queen bees, they are treated like a majesty, is it a matter of shame? No! How can such a wonderful act become a matter of shame? Then what makes a Queen? Is it just to lay eggs? No! It is to take responsibility of an entire nation & delivering it with ultimate sense as a Queen Bee does. To be Queen is a responsibility by nature no one can escape. I thought, “To hate the word at her age was okay, I didn’t mind it. She must have given the similar response as she did, she must concentrate on becoming the Woman of Value.” I was still thinking when my phone rang, it was her on call, I received the phone, it was so much noise on the other side, she shouted in excitement, “You know, you know… I got scholarship, I’m so happy, I’m coming home to you, you’re my Queen, I’m just coming, I’m on my way.” And she hung up. My heart went warm & tears rolled over my cheeks, she just called me Queen, she knew what she meant, I’m successful to raise her, she knew what a Queen means & whom it suits. I was happy & relieved she knows the importance of things. I was very happy.