Her Existence: Ignorance Of Wound

<p><i>They say every story begins with a dream &mdash; but what if the dream is buried before it even breathes?</i><br/><i>I have seen women live without living speak without being heard and smile while bleeding within.</i><br/><i>This is not a story of one woman; it is the voice of millions whose throats have been tied with the rope of society&rsquo;s expectations.</i></p><p><i>This is not fiction. This is truth dressed as a narrative.</i><br/><i>This is her &mdash; the woman who raised the world and still the world questions her existence.</i></p><p><i>Every society writes rules but few write justice.</i><br/><i>Every home has walls but few have hearts.</i><br/><i>And every woman carries a story &mdash; a story no one asks about.</i></p><p><i>I have seen the pain of being a woman the courage it takes to wake up every morning and the silent wars she fights every night.</i><br/><i>This story is not a tale &mdash; it&rsquo;s a confession of generations.</i><br/><i>It&rsquo;s not an attempt to prove anything; it&rsquo;s a reflection of what already exists &mdash; hidden in plain sight.</i></p><p><i>This book belongs to her &mdash; the woman who stands quietly behind every success who is both the wound and the healer.</i><br/><i>She is not just part of this world; she is this world.</i></p>