Everything we see in the world is the creative work of women.

The words of Mustafa Kemal Atatürk, “Everything we see in the world is the creative work of women,” shine with the brilliance of both reverence and truth. They declare that behind every triumph of civilization, every invention, every work of art, there stands the unseen labor and love of women. For it is women who shape the first lessons of life, who bear the weight of generations, and who, through patience and endurance, plant the seeds from which all societies grow.

In the ancient spirit, this truth is self-evident: without the nurturing hand of the mother, no king would rise, no poet would sing, no nation would flourish. The cradle is the first school, and the voice of the mother the first law. Atatürk, the father of modern Turkey, spoke these words as he sought to lift women from the chains of oppression, to remind his people that progress is impossible if half of humanity is silenced. By honoring women as the root of creation, he sought to restore balance and dignity to his nation.

Consider the story of Hatshepsut, the great queen of Egypt. Though the throne was long thought the right of men, she ruled with wisdom and boldness, building temples, fostering trade, and ushering in peace. Her reign reminds us that women are not only the mothers of kings, but rulers in their own right, capable of shaping the destiny of entire peoples. Truly, the world we see bears the imprint of their creative force, both in the home and upon the grand stage of history.

And yet, the wisdom of Atatürk extends beyond crowns and empires. For even the humblest acts—the weaving of cloth, the tending of children, the passing down of stories by firelight—are threads in the great tapestry of civilization. To deny this truth is to blind oneself to the very foundation of life. To honor it is to recognize that the strength of nations is measured by how they cherish and uplift their women.

So let this truth endure for all generations: the world is not built by men alone, but by the eternal partnership of women, whose creative work sustains and renews existence itself. Every book, every monument, every harvest, every revolution owes its breath to them. To honor women is not a gesture of kindness—it is the recognition of reality, the acknowledgment that they are the silent architects of all that we behold.