Some women get flowers, others get rifles
The women of Ukraine deserve to be remembered today and always
THEY TELL US TO CELEBRATE WOMEN TODAY. But how do you celebrate when youβre fighting to survive?
In Ukraine, this is the unfortunate reality for millions of women.
On this day three years ago, while the world was posting flowers for this occasion, Olena was burying her husband. The war had just started days earlier.
She should have been celebrating that day. She should be celebrating today. Instead, sheβs in a trench, gripping a rifle.
It's International Womenβs Day again, but Olena doesnβt have time to celebrate. She is too busy fighting for survival.
For the survival of her nation. For her survival.
She was a mother. A teacher. A nurse. A daughter. A wife. Then the war came. Now she carries a gun. Now she patches wounds on the front lines. Now she sleeps in trenches, not in the home she once built with love.
She didnβt ask for war. She didnβt ask for sacrifice. But she had no choice.
Stories of women like Olena are everywhere in this country. On the battlefields. In hospitals, with hands covered in blood, trying to save those who still have a chance. In occupied towns, where speaking the wrong word can mean never coming home. In exile, trying to hold together what little is left of their families.
And some, like my wife Luba, had to leave against their will.
I have not seen her for three years. She wanted to stay, to stand her ground, but war doesnβt care about our choices. It forced her to flee, to take our child to safety, to become a refugee, a single parent overnight. While I fight for Ukraine, she fights to keep life going, to raise our child without me, to hold on to a piece of normalcy when nothing is normal anymore.
She didnβt ask for this. None of them did.
And yet, on this International Womenβs Day, the world barely speaks their names.
Not Olena, who watched her husband die in a missile strike. The next day, she enlisted in the army.
Not Iryna, who was captured, tortured, and left for dead. She survived. Now, she fights so no one else will endure what she did.
Not Svitlana, who teaches children in a basement-turned-classroom, refusing to let war steal their future.
Not Oksana, who carries a child that was forced upon her. Every day, she must choose to love what war gave her.
Not my Luba, who keeps going even when everything tells her to break.
The world must remember these women today.
War doesnβt care if you are a mother, a daughter, a child. It takes everything just the same. It doesnβt spare you because you are a woman. It doesnβt pause so you can grieve. It doesnβt let you wake up from the nightmare.
And yet, even in war, there is love. There is resilience.
Our journey has flowers and thorns because we know that making mistakes is human. But wanting to be better for someone is love. That makes all the difference.
Itβs what keeps Luba moving forward, even when the weight of our reality should break her. Itβs what keeps these women fighting, even when the world moves on.
They have lost their homes. Their families. Their freedom. Some lost their lives. Others lost everything but breath. And still, they fight.
True strength isnβt chosen. Itβs whatβs left when there is no other option.
One day, people will move on. They always do.
One day, these womenβs names will fade from headlines. Their suffering will become footnotes in someone elseβs history.
But not yet.
Not today.
Because as long as someone still remembers them, still speaks their names, still carries their stories, they are not gone.
And silence will never be an option.
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Thank you for this poignant essay.
I hate my government for abandoning Ukraine. I hate my government for ambushing President Zelensky at our White House as a pretext for switching sides in this war. A majority of Americans feel the same way. I have family in Ukraine and this has angered me to my core. The people in our government right now do not represent the majority of Americans, they are tyrants who are fast showing us how ugly, hateful, disrespectful, and cruel they can be. I pray for Ukraine. Slava Ukraini.
Beautiful writing. It makes one want to cry and also praise the ones that are holding on to survive. Thank you for telling these stories of life in Ukraine.