He loved watching her wither up, like a dried flower, crusted and fragile. He tore her apart daily with his ridicule and malicious verbal attacks. His cruelty saw no boundaries.
One night, he thrust a dagger in her heart and twisted it with devil’s strength. He watched her bleed. He expected her demise, a slow, painful bleed out til death.
But she arose from the floor, the bloodied mess that was once her life.
She tore out the dagger with her bare hand and threw it to the ground.
She was Not Afraid.
Not Afraid of Death.
Not Afraid of his persecution.
She survived….and because of that, she is a warrior for women everywhere. A sign of survival., Persistence, and Overcomming the Odds.
Even a twisted dagger could not kill her, now she was even more dangerous:
Because she knew her true strength, her will to live, to succeed.