21/07/2025
🏵️🏵️The Silent Storm”🏵️🏵️
She was like any other girl full of dreams, hopes, and silent prayers for a beautiful life ahead. Her wedding was arranged, as is tradition in most families. With mehendi in her hands and love in her eyes, she stepped into her new home, holding on to the dream of building a world filled with love, laughter, and understanding.
In the beginning, everything looked normal. But slowly, quietly, things started to feel different small things, unspoken moments, silence where care should have been. She noticed, but she chose to believe it was just the newness of marriage. “Everything takes time,” she would tell herself. “It’ll be okay.”
But it didn’t get better.
It got worse. Not through big, visible storms, but through tiny cuts words left unsaid, kindness withheld, moments of disregard that slowly ate away at her spirit. And like the wind that chips away a stone, day by day, piece by piece, her soul was weathered.
Then came the news she was pregnant.
For the first time in a long time, she smiled from her heart. She believed, truly believed, that this would be the turning point. That a child would bring change, would bring hearts closer. She clung to this hope like a lifeline.
But nothing changed.
Her pain deepened. She became quieter. Her father’s health was deteriorating, and she didn't want to burden her family with her pain. She suffered in silence.... emotionally, physically, mentally...... hoping, waiting, enduring.
One day, during a regular checkup, the doctor performed an ultrasound.
Silence filled the room.
“There’s a complication,” the doctor said gently. The child she was dreaming of, hoping for, had a medical issue. Her world began to blur.
She returned home and collapsed before she could say a word. Her family rushed her to the hospital, her father barely able to stand on his feet. They called her husband, expecting concern, support at least humanity.
But what they received was coldness.
“We’ll take her home. She’ll be fine,” they said lightly, dismissing the urgency, ignoring the pain. There was no co-operation, no compassion, only ego and distance.
Her family, heartbroken and helpless, realized the harsh truth some people don’t change, not even when life shouts at them to.
She, still fragile, still unaware of her own rights, stayed quiet. They made her believe she had no voice, no strength. But something inside her was beginning to shift.
That moment when her own pain was ignored, when her unborn child’s life was taken lightly, when her father’s eyes filled with tears because he couldn’t protect his daughter something inside her cracked, not out of weakness, but from the birth of courage.
She wasn't ready before, but now she was.
She understood silent suffering is not strength. Silence helps the wrong to grow.
This story doesn’t end here. It begins again when she learns to rise, when she chooses to speak, when she realizes her worth.
The world failed her once, but she won’t fail herself again.
---🏵️🏵️🌺🏵️🏵️ To be continued.......
