Ukrainian Women as a lone wolf

It’s the story of a Ukrainian woman who lost her husband in this conflict and was internally displaced from their homes to a refugee camp along with their minor children. The lifespan of this turning event is very short. A woman's independent life is changed into a dependent journey within the few hours of this militarily clash. The husband of this woman was a soldier of Ukraine who participated in the war actively and got killed by a Russian offensive operation. But he left his minor children's responsibilities on the shoulder of this woman (lone Wolf). She becomes the lone wolf not by their choice but military establishment imposes these sufferings on women.

Everybody considers that the war industry is a men-dominated industry that brings suffering to Men that’s why it’s the men who have the right to decision-making related to war. I think it’s not true. Military conflict always brings sufferings for everybody but women do not participate in the war directly. But despite this fact, women are indirectly affected the most by the conflict. This lone wolf woman now has to find a suitable home for their child, she has to arrange food for their refugee child, and she has to struggle to cope with health issues. These all tasks and duties were performed by their husband before the Russia-Ukraine war. The lone wolf has no experience related to these jobs because she never imagines that she has to work outside the home to fulfill their basic survival needs. She had a rich experience related to household work but she has to suffer due to these crises.

It’s the example of ground level that we are not able to count the suffering of those women who left everything behind due to this conflict and migrated from their safe zones to a refugee camp with nothing. These women are the true heroes who fought against these sufferings with bravery, not the armed soldiers. That’s why, we have to ensure women's representation in decision-making related to conflict de-escalations, conflict prevention, and conflict management because women have different experiences in this conflict.

The Story of Anna- How I buried my husband with stabbed stomach

Wars left those marks that often become the reason for agony for many people; this story also revolves around a lady who gets raped and loses her husband. My name is Anna, and I am fifty years old. I live in a rural neighborhood 70km (45miles) west of Kyiv. On the beautiful evening of 7 March, the banging door by soldiers took my husband to the prison, followed by his death. At gunpoint, he took me to a house nearby. He ordered me: 'Take your clothes off, or I'll shoot you.' He kept threatening to kill me if I didn't do as he said, and then he started raping me. He was a very young Chechen fighter allied with Russia, and I was thinking that how a soldier can indulge in such kind of non-human yet cowardly act as acting like a woman in this way is an utter form of timed nature. While he was raping me, four more soldiers entered. I thought that I was done for. But they took him away. I never saw him again; I rushed to my house and found her wounded husband. He was bleeding as he was hit by a round of bullets. I took him to the hospital, but he was not survived, and the bullets part our ways. I am still trying to tell the history as my deep wounds are still fresh due to the injustice with my naïve husband; we were the victims of war horrors. I kept my husband in my backyard in the form of his grave, my neighbors, and me. The death of my husband was a nightmare, and I took medical support in order to get out of the trauma. However, it was temporary, and I am still suffering from it. No one is good in my story, as the soldiers who saved me also looted my house by pointing their guns at me. When they left, I found drugs and Viagra. They would get high, and they were often drunk. Most of them are killers, rapists, and looters; however, some of them have little humanity in their hearts. My story had another episode in the exercise of another woman who was the victim of rape by the same man.

Source: bbc.com

The forty-year-old woman was gone through the same pain as mine as she dragged from her house nearby, whose occupants had evacuated when the war began. The well-decorated room, with ornate wallpaper and a bed with a golden headboard, is now a disturbing crime scene. There are large bloodstains on the mattress and duvet. The mirror with a note written in lipstick appears to suggest where the victim was buried. The neighbor, named Oksana, found the woman's body and buried her. They told me she had been raped and that her throat was either slit or stabbed, and she bled to death. They said there was a lot of blood, and the poor woman was buried in a grave in the garden of the house. The painful part for me is that the autopsy of the body of the woman unveiled the story of brutality as the body was found without clothes and with a deep, long cut across the neck.