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My mother’s hands are always busy. She’s either cooking, cleaning, folding clothes or picking up the mess my little brother and I leave everywhere. I used to think, “That’s just what moms do.” But now I’ve started noticing something special…

One morning, my mother had a really bad cough — the kind that shakes your whole body. But guess what? She still woke up early, made breakfast, packed my lunch, and reminded me to wear my sweater. Meanwhile, when I had a cough, I stayed in bed while she brought me soup and medicine. She didn’t rest, even when she really needed to.

Later, I saw my big sister Zara staying up late to study. She’d wake up early, make tea for everyone, go to college, and teach neighbourhood kids as a part-time job. Even when she looked super tired, she still helped me with my math homework.

One day, I visited my cousin and learned that my aunt had cooked lunch before heading off to her hospital shift. She’s a doctor who works long hours, but still comes home to do chores. That really surprised me.

Even outside my family, I noticed more. My teacher, Ms. Saima Khan, stays after school to help kids like me who need extra attention. One day, we saw her toddler in the staff room! She was checking notebooks and taking care of her baby at the same time. Another time, she was feeding him while marking our test papers — and doing it all so calmly.

Then there’s my friend Aisha. She plays basketball like a champ, does well in her studies, and takes care of her sick mother at home. She even cooks and handles all the housework — and she’s just a kid like me!

That’s when I started to see it everywhere: women working hard, even when they’re tired or sick. They keep going. They stay strong. Not with loud voices or big muscles — but with quiet courage and endless love.

I saw my sister cry silently after a long day. I saw my mom holding her back in pain but saying, “I’ll rest after finishing this.” I see how my teachers balance work and family — and still show up with a smile.

I used to think being strong meant being tough. Now I know — real strength is about not giving up, even when things are hard.

Someday, I’ll grow up to be a man. But I want to be the kind of man who shares the load — not just outside the house, but inside too. Because the women in our lives deserve support, care, and help.

Women’s Day isn’t just about giving cards and flowers. It’s about noticing their strength, their kindness, and all the things they do that often go unseen.

I’m still a kid, but I see now: women are superheroes. And I promise to never take that superpower for granted.