The Women Who Shaped Me

This Women’s Day, I find myself looking back at the women who have shaped me—not just in flesh and blood, but also those who came alive through stories, words and lessons whispered through time. Some were real, others fictional, but each left an indelible mark on the person I have become. Strength, resilience, wisdom and sacrifice—these women embodied them all, weaving their influence into my life in ways I only truly understand now. What I Learned and Unlearned Through all these lessons, one woman stood at the foundation of my life—my mother. As a child, I watched her bow before God every morning, whispering prayers that never included herself. When I once asked what she prayed for, she smiled and said, “The well-being of my family is all that I want.” Back then, I admired her selflessness. I saw her as the pillar of our home—the embodiment of sacrifice, patience and unwavering devotion. But as I grew older, I began to see the cost of that sacrifice. My mother lived for others, n...