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“Weight of two hearts”

This song is a poignant reflection on the lives of women who find themselves alone, even within the bounds of marriage. It speaks to the silent struggles of wives and mothers who bear the weight of raising children, juggling careers, and pursuing education—all while their husbands stay distant, physically or emotionally absent.

It’s about men who live separate lives, free of responsibility, while women endure criticism from society, balancing endless burdens. Men who put on a façade of care when under the watchful eye of others but fail to show up when no one is there to see.

Yet, this song is not a lament—it’s a testament to the strength of women who persevere despite it all. It asks the hard questions: Why should she stay? Why should she bear the weight alone while he reaps the benefits of her labor and love? What role does he truly play in her life?

“Weight of two hearts” is the story of a woman reclaiming her freedom, her strength, and her life. She chooses to leave—not out of weakness, but because she deserves more. This is her anthem, and her power.

Empowerment #StrengthInSolitude #BreakingFree

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"I Will Not Go Quietly"

This song is a powerful anthem dedicated to all the women throughout history—and today—who have suffered at the hands of those who were meant to protect them. It speaks to the pain of gaslighting, narcissism, abuse, and emotional manipulation, whether inflicted by strangers or by those closest to them.

This is for the women forced into bad marriages, silenced about the atrocities they’ve endured, and judged if they dared to leave. For the women sold into slavery, denied their freedom and their voice, while men walk free, unchecked.

Let us not forget: the women who are mothers and sisters today were once daughters and wives. Why, then, should women turn against one another, inflicting the same pain they themselves may have endured? Let us choose kindness over cruelty, empathy over judgment.

“I Will Not Go Quietly” is a rallying cry for women to rise, to stand together as sisters, and to break the chains of silence and oppression. It calls for a world where women uplift one another with compassion, understanding, and solidarity.

Let this song be a reminder: You are not alone. We are stronger together.

Empowerment #Sisterhood #NoMoreSilence

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A corner of Shadows

A Corner of Shadows

Every morning, I wake, hands clutching the edges of hope, while night drapes me in exhaustion— a weary armor against a world that favors the unchallenged steps of men.

Their privilege strides unchecked, while I, a woman, bear the weight: Stay, and let silence suffocate my soul, or leave, and carry the shame they hurl my way. Damned if I do, condemned if I don’t, the echoes of judgment come from voices not only theirs, but hers— a sister turned shadow, a woman turned blade.

No job, no foothold, no light— the world conspires to corner me, to cast me into the flames of despair, but they forget: I am not made of ash; I am fire.

Each day, I rise anew, pulling strength from the marrow of pain, scraping courage from the cracks of despair. Today, tomorrow, and the day after, I will fight. Not because it’s easy, but because this corner is not my home.

I will not go quietly, will not let them steal my voice. I will scream, struggle, wrestle for freedom with all I am. Until my hands grow weak, until my breath is gone, I will rage, unyielding as the tide.

Even if it takes everything. Even if I falter. I will rise.

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I Will Live Again

He turned my kindness into chains, My forgiveness into endless pains. With lies, he cloaked himself in light, While I was silenced, out of sight.

But no more.

Let him play the wounded saint, Let him thrive on their constraint. The world may buy his hollow cries— I see the truth behind his lies.

I will not bend; I will not break, I rise for freedom’s holy sake. My heart grows cold, my mind is clear, No more will I bow to fear.

For cruelty births the strength I need, To claim my life, my dreams, my creed. Each step I take, I move away, Toward a brighter, boundless day.

My children, my freedom, my guiding star— They lead me to where my triumphs are. The future is mine; it is unrestrained, A life rebuilt, unmarked by pain.

Let the world believe his deceitful hymn, One thing is certain: it will not contain him.

I will live again.

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"Silent Echoes: The Unseen Chains of Narcissism"

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Unshackled

We hear it all the time, that we are our own great wall— yet there we are, distracted, hearts half-torn by waves of doubt. Yes, we know the route to walk, know the way to rise and break, but in the ache of an untended spirit how easy to falter, to sway from the purpose we so dearly dream to reach.

There will always be brighter lights, some casting shadows, others blurred, yet in the mix of better and worse there will always be a space— my space, carved by resilience and unyielding hands.

For I’ve learned my greatest battles, held my weakest hours close. And though there were times my home felt lost, a battlefield of “if only,” I came away with my truest treasures: two hearts that beat my name in hope, two reasons to walk forward, strong.

My home is not pristine now, for my time is split— between work that pulls me upward, studies that plant roots anew, and fleeting, cherished laughter I build with my children.

To them, I give the hours that matter, and for the rest? I build a life I’ll stand proud to own. A messy house, a life unbound, I claim my journey now unshackled, my eyes set on horizons clear.

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Unshackled

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What Kind of Life Is This?

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A Step Away

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In the Weight of Waiting

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In the Ashes of Words

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Grief of the Lost Self

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Rediscovering Her

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Rediscovering Her

For the Woman at 40

When she was young, she danced in the light, full of dreams spun in colors bright. Hope hummed like a song in her veins, and laughter broke as a gentle rain.

But as years wrapped their weight around, the brightness sank, her laughter drowned. Memories blurred, energy dimmed, and life’s harsh edge grew ever-trimmed.

She wondered—was this a price to pay for being flawed in some nameless way? Had she been so wrong, so undeserving that love itself turned cold and unnerving? Must she serve with unthanked hands, forever unseen, across unseen sands?

Yet, 40 is a fine number, strong, a quiet anthem, an older song. In that number, she found grace, a wisdom no one could replace. For what she lost, she gained anew and suffering taught her what strength could do.

The harder they pushed, the stronger she grew, each wound a seed that bloomed and knew that doubts, like shadows, fade with dawn, for strength is born when all seems gone.

She has her days of distrust, it’s true, twenty years left scars that grew— yet, somewhere beneath, that little girl hides, with dreams and hope that refuse to die.

She whispers, “One day, I’ll dance once more, I’ll shake off shadows, lift from the floor.” For she is both warrior and child within, and she fights, in silence, to rise again.

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Grief of the Lost Self

September 9, 2022, Pain makes us stronger, they say, But sometimes, survival strips away The last of ourselves, Our heart, our humanity. One grieves the loss of self for eternity, Knowing it may never return— Not without help, which rarely comes.

Is it a punishment to be smart, aware? Common sense becomes a curse In a world where cruelty reigns. Naivety stolen, innocence shattered, A broken spirit left to wander. Hope, a fragile flame in unsteady hands, Extinguished, lost forever Like the dream of spring on a winter’s night— Cold and unfeeling.

Yet beneath this frozen heart, Emotions build like molten fire, Bursting through in moments of rage, Like a volcano erupting, But the world sees only madness, Unable to recognize the long years of silent suffering, The want that has gone unfulfilled.

For how much longer? Loneliness stretches out its arms, And death, at times, seems a welcomed friend.

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What Kind of Life Is This?

May 27, 2021, What is love—what is a real marriage? A perfect balance, or so they say, Physical, emotional, spiritual—two souls intertwined. Something I always longed for but never found. At first, I blamed myself, thinking I lacked some vital piece, Then him, for never trying, never reaching toward us.

But now, I see clearly—he never cared, Never stood beside me, never took my side. Never shared his heart, while he gave himself freely To others: his mother, his sister, cousins, colleagues, Even strangers who crossed our path. I remember Dubai—a dinner safari beneath foreign skies, It could have been beautiful, But he saw her, a French tourist, and invited her in. She sat between us, and he spoke to her all night, Leaving me lost in a sea of silence.

His sister came to stay, She was cruel, she was cold, But he let her treat me as nothing, Pictures of her with our son, Yet not a single one of me with him. What kind of life is this?

I cannot be like those women—pathetic, Trapped in cruelty, suffering until they wither. I refuse to live in the shadows of my own existence, A prisoner in a home built on broken promises. I’ve been hurt so many times that all I have left After sixteen years of knowing him is anger and pain. Some days, I feel numb, cold, The strength to fight for this marriage is gone.

I am tired, broken, exhausted, But I will not surrender to this misery, I must find a way out— A solution, a liberation, To free myself from this prison Before it steals the last of me.

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A Step Away

2017

I will spend my life trying to make it right, Fight for justice, bring truth to light. But today I stop—no more sacrifices, No more caring, no more bending to their vices. I give up. They don’t see, they don’t care, Even God helps those who help themselves.

If they want to live in shadows, let them, I will not be dragged down, Won’t share their pain, their sorrows— Self-inflicted wounds that never heal. I showed them a better way, But they remain arrogant, ignorant, fools.

I stand back, step away from them all, For I am not strong enough, Wise enough, smart enough To carry the weight of a world full of hypocrites. Let them suffer the consequences, Let them taste the wrath they’ve sown.

Accuse me, hate me, But this life is temporary after all, And I choose not to fall In the hollowed hearts of those Who refuse to rise.