đď¸ #Queen_of_the_Diary
#Episode01
#Humairatul_Jannat
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At night, the city falls asleepâ
but in one quiet corner, a girl keeps her eyes wide open.
Sleep doesn't come to her,
because before closing her eyes, words begin to leap inside her chest...
Pain, resentment, and unspoken thoughts claw their way up.
Her name is Humaira.
She prefers silence.
She doesn't like crowds,
and neither does the world really know her...
She's not someone who talks cheerfully with everyone,
nor someone whose tears people easily notice.
But when she finds someone she can trustâ
she becomes an open book.
She has learned how to keep her pain buried deep inside.
Every wound, every insultâ
she folds them neatly into the pages of an old diary
she once named "My World."
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âď¸ Once upon a time, she used to laughâa lot...
She had someone to share everything withâ
complaints, anger, little fights, and silly affection.
Yes, she wasn't always like this.
There was a time she loved deeplyâ
a man, her husbandâ
for whom she had given her everything.
Family, society, dreamsâ
she left it all behind,
just to make him "hers."
She believed
love meant someone would always stand beside her.
If someone insulted her,
he would protect her.
If anyone questioned her,
he'd sayâ
> "She's mine. You can't say anything about her."
But... Humaira was wrong.
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đ She lost herself in love.
When people spoke ill of her,
the man she loved stayed silent.
Sometimes he'd defend her,
but later he'd still blame her for everything.
Whenever her self-respect was crushed,
he would sayâ
> "Just endure it a little... You're a woman... and you're mine."
And that last line,
"You're mine,"
was heavy enough to keep her quiet.
She believedâ
maybe one day he would change,
maybe one day he would say,
> "You're my pride, my honor."
But that day never came.
When Humaira finally realized
that no one saw her pain,
no one understood it,
only counted it as complaintsâ
she made a new friend:
a diary.
On the first page, she wroteâ
> "From now on, I won't cry for anyone,
but I'll keep writing for myself."
And that's how it beganâ
her reign as the Queen of the Diary,
where she ruled with her own emotions.
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đĽ This is how the story of a lonely woman begins...
Girls like Humaira may look ordinary to the world,
but inside, they carry a wildfireâ
a storm of silence only they and their diaries can understand.
Each word written in that diary
was a quiet rebellion,
a language of pain unspoken.
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đ LoveâŚ
Even now, the word makes Humaira's chest ache.
There was a time when that single word
was the center of her universe.
Just one "I love you"
was enough to make her eyes and heart overflow.
And that's when she met himâ
A man
whose words carried tenderness,
whose eyes held warmth,
and whose promises sounded like
the world couldn't exist without his love.
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âď¸ The beginning was like a dreamâ
A meeting at an aunt's house,
a phone call to end an engagement,
late-night conversations,
fighting the world to stay together,
getting married,
making love,
arguing over small things,
and then hearing his voice sayâ
> "You're my life."
Humaira used to close her eyes and believeâ
this man was made just for her.
She once stood in front of her parents and saidâ
> "I want only him, no one else."
She had held his hand
over a blank white page,
where dreams were written in both their names.
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đ But dreams never stand without a foundationâŚ
Just 5 or 6 months after marriage,
that "man of love" began to change.
When his mother insulted herâhe stayed silent.
When his sister humiliated herâhe said,
> "Please adjust a little. They're my family."
And Humaira?
She clenched her teeth and enduredâ
because she thought love meant
protecting the one you love,
never letting him feel embarrassed.
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đĽ But one day, Humaira looked at herselfâ
She saw a woman
whose eyes were sleepless,
whose face was tired,
but whose lips were forced to smile.
She saw the man
who once swore on love
now sitting silently
as others tore her down.
That day, Humaira understoodâ
this wasn't love anymore.
It was a one-sided war.
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đ That night, she wrote in her diaryâ
> "I started with love,
but ending without respect hurts the most.
He was everything to me,
but I was never truly his."
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Humaira had always stayed silent,
but that night, for the first time,
she felt a burning flame rise within her.
She didn't use that fire to destroy anyoneâ
She used it to burn away
the old, broken versions of herself,
and every false belief she had once held.
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đ At the end of this episode, two questions remain:
> If love is just a word from the mouth,
doesn't a relationship become nothing more than a count of passing days?
> And when the world no longer stands by herâ
how does a woman find herself again,
from within her own soul?