Some voices echo through time because they were carved in stone, recorded in scrolls, or spoken from thrones. Others survive in fragments—in the margins of a speech, the ruins of a temple, or the myths told long after a name has faded.
This project has brought me face to face with women who led armies, ruled empires, shaped rhetoric, and defied silence. And yet, many of them were nearly erased, remembered not for their power, but for the ways they challenged it.
As I continue working on this site, I find myself reflecting not just on what they did, but why we remember them—and who we still forget.
This space is for those reflections. For moments of wonder, frustration, admiration, and connection. For letting their stories evolve alongside our own.
What does strength look like when no one wants to see it?
What does legacy mean when history tries to erase it?
Let’s ask those questions together.
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