Gloomy Tale

 Hello, 

if you come here you probably want to know a little about me more in short.

So my story is "struggle", as far as I remember it started when I was seven I was punished or became a lesson( which maybe was not learned) for someone, or I was a test for my parents, whatever I don't know. 

What happened was a bullet hit me in my own house, though it was unintentional, and there was no war going on then; I think that's how fate works. My cousin was goofing around with a gun that my father owned, and suddenly, my mom shouted from outside to put it down, which he did, which led to the launching of the gun. it fired, and next to it was me on the other side of the bed. It hit my knee. I still remember the moments after it until I moved. 

What should I say? My unfortunate fate started at that very moment. Oh, it's so difficult to write all this, but I should do it to get rid of it. 

In addition to this, my family was toxic and narcissistic; they still are, though. I just realized now that the rest of the family has accepted it. I did it too, but out of nowhere, something inside tells me this is not okay; you should not spend your life like this, and that's the problem. I became a problem for myself, too. 

One more impactful incident of my life up until now, a few years ago, I agreed to get married to get rid of my family's toxic authorities, thinking I could be happy maybe. He was a good person but just as usual, like other men. Then I thought, if you have a baby, things can be better, but in this so-called society, who lets you live your life as you want? The problem was I was saying no to things normal for a daughter-in-law to accept as fate. In this fight, I gave birth to the star of my world. And after three months, his father passed away. It was like someone snatched the earth under my feet. I came back to my parent's house. 

It doesn't end here. My family became my worst nightmare. No one deserves to be hurt by their own family in difficult periods of their life just because they pretend to be firmly standing on their feet. I lost all hope until one day, Allah made me realize the blessing of my life: my child. I stood up to be strong for my child so no one could hurt him like they did to me. 

The problem is that people want to see you broken and helpless. But if you refuse to be so, they still try to break you into pieces however they can, as much as they can. You know what's the worst part, that it's your own family. 

Life is so funny sometimes. Still, life goes on.