Zoya Afroz

09/08/2025

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.......

20/06/2025

I am Afroza 👉 the storm that stayed quiet.
I fight with patience, not with noise.
I don’t seek attention 👉 I seek peace.
I don’t destroy 👉I protect.
My name carries pain, dignity, and faith 👉 all in silence.
Allah knows. That’s enough.🌺🌺🌺🌺🌺

15/06/2025

My Abba My Strength

We are three daughters, born and brought up in a small village where boys are often given more importance than girls. In such a place, many barriers stood before us, social expectations, gender bias, and countless unspoken limitations. But we crossed every single one of them, because we had a father who stood like a wall of strength behind us.

Our Abba is not just the head of our family, he is our guiding light, our silent warrior, and the reason we dared to dream beyond what was expected of village girls. In a world that gave preference to sons, he never once made us feel we were any less. He raised us with pride, courage, and values that shaped our lives.

He always taught us, Never do wrong to anyone. But if someone tries to wrong you, first make them understand. If they still don’t, then don’t spare them.
These words became our armour ... gentle, but fierce when needed.

For me, he is my world. My strength. My reason to keep going. There have been times I felt like giving up. I remember telling him once, Abba, life is so tough.
I can’t survive. And he simply replied, Then ask the Almighty- if You are giving me tough times, give me the patience to survive. His words healed my fear and gave me hope.

He used to say, This is just the beginning. You have a long way to go. And I believed him , because when he speaks, the path feels a little less dark.

I have never wished him publicly on Father’s Day, because for me, every day is Father’s Day. Every day I breathe, I carry his strength within me. The truth is, he has given me life not once, but many times ..... through his courage, his support, and his endless belief in me.

He never once said, I wish I had a son. Instead, he told me, You can do it. And those four words made me who I am.

On this Father’s Day, I just want to say ...... I owe everything to you, Abba. Your love, your faith, and your strength are my greatest gifts. You’ve taught your daughters to rise, to fight, and to shine and for that, we are proud to be yours.🌺💓

28/05/2025

Progress is impossible without change, and those who cannot change their minds cannot change anything.

28/05/2025

হাঁহিটো হৃদয়ৰ এক ধ্বনি, যি প্ৰাণক জীয়াই ৰাখে।♥️

24/05/2025

17/05/2025

আনজনৰ বিষয়ে ক’বলৈ আগবাঢ়োতে ভাবক .... আপোনাৰো মা, ভনী, বা ছোৱালী আছে। সন্মান সেইদৰে দিয়ক, যিদৰে আপোনাৰ নিজৰ জনক দিয়া উচিত।

27/03/2025

Committing a crime results in imprisonment, but now it feels like being imprisoned under the open sky.

অপৰাধ কৰিলে জেল হ’ব, কিন্তু এতিয়া মুকলি আকাশৰ তলত বন্দী হৈ থকা যেন অনুভৱ হৈছে।

27/03/2025

Freedom is not just about movement but also about rights, opportunities, and dignity.