28/07/2025
Dear Reader,
My name is Mukta. I am currently a final-year Honours student.
From the outside, my life may look simple. But behind every smile I wear is a story filled with silent sacrifices, lost dreams, and deep wounds.
Since childhood, I’ve had small dreams.
I wanted a life where I would be respected, have a career of my own, and be surrounded by people who valued me.
But life didn't unfold as I had hoped.
My father, though loving, was not in a strong financial position.
And so, many of my dreams were left unheard, untouched.
Still, I continued to try—because hope is something I never gave up.
Then love came into my life.
I fell deeply in love and eventually married the person I thought would be my greatest support.
But soon, I realized that love doesn’t always return the way we give it.
He began to insult me, distance himself, and never stood beside me when I needed him most.
To be near him, I made painful sacrifices.
I stayed away from my own child, whom I carried for nine long months.
I let go of career opportunities, peace, and even risked my health.
Now I am doing a job, studying, surviving…
But I am fighting alone.
The mental and physical pressure became so great that one of my kidneys got seriously affected.
Still, I carry hope.
On one hand, I am trying to complete my education.
On the other, I carry heartbreak, loneliness, and health challenges.
The man I love continues to blame me and pushes me to live with his family—while he stays distant.
And even after fulfilling his every need, he sees me as a burden, not a blessing.
Sometimes, I feel like I am lost in darkness.
But I remind myself—I am still standing.
I am still trying.
And as long as I breathe, I believe one day, I will rise again—
