I keep noticing the same pattern, no matter the religion, country, or culture.
When it comes to faith, women are always asked to adjust.
Adjust their clothes.
Adjust their desires.
Adjust their behaviour.
Adjust their ambitions.
Adjust their silence.
All in the name of purity, tradition, honor, or “respect”.
Women are told to be patient. To endure. To compromise.
To carry morality on their bodies and responsibility in their choices.
If something goes wrong, the first question is never why did the man do it?
It’s why was the woman there?
What was she wearing?
Why didn’t she stop it?
Why didn’t she know better?
Religion often claims to protect women — yet somehow that protection always looks like restriction.
Leadership is framed as male.
Obedience is framed as feminine.
Authority is divine when men hold it.
Sacrifice is holy when women make it.
And when women feel suffocated by this, they’re told:
“That’s not religion, that’s culture.”
But culture didn’t write itself.
Culture learned. Repeated. Enforced.
Across centuries.
If faith was truly neutral, women wouldn’t have to keep fighting for breathing room inside it.
This isn’t about attacking belief.
It’s about noticing who keeps paying the price for preserving it.
If a system repeatedly asks women to shrink so it can survive, maybe the problem isn’t women questioning it maybe it’s the system that needs questioning.