Dear Brave Girl,
I am sorry that we are so quick to misunderstand you. I am sorry that we only seem to see your scars and fail to acknowledge your never ending battle, your daily struggle and your fighting heart.
I’m sorry for the way that you have been treated, and for the way your trust has been broken time and time again.
This story is for you – it’s a tribute to you. We respect you and honor you. Don’t give up, no mistake you have made can define you!
Many people know her and many would recognize her in the street.
“Don’t talk to her!”
Of course everyone knows about her and her stories.
“How could someone be so naive? She is foolish to have done something like that!”
Let me tell you her story.
Her life had been one of despair, rejection, pain and fear. Mistreated and abused by those who should have protected her, she lived a life doubting her worth and her very existence. Everything seemed so hopeless to her, her life was one of shame.
A few years ago, this same girl made a decision – she chose to love.
It was not just the normal type of love, but it was the fearless, vulnerable love.
A few years ago, she chose to push her fears to the side, she chose to silence the lies, and forget the past that so cruelly and viciously haunted her for over twenty years. She chose to believe in love, and that she in turn could be loved.
And those thirteen months of love were truly beautiful.
Love transformed her once bleak, hopeless life into a vibrant, colorful paradise. No two days were the same, every day was a unique adventure.
Days swirled into months and life had never been so glorious.
Hand in hand, her love led her to a view overlooking the city and as she rested her head on his shoulder he uttered the magical words every girl longs to hear:
“What we have, it will be forever – we will be forever!”
Finally, after twenty traumatic years she would be safe.
As evening drew near he asked to claim a part of her, he asked for the part of her so intimate, a part of her that she had promised to never give to anyone.
And as night fell her tore down her walls of fear, he slept with her.
It was culturally forbidden.
As the days passed things began to change.
Contact between the two lovers began to fade and after one month, he had left.
The vibrant life she had once known disappeared. Gradually a familiar bleakness returned, a sinister dark bleakness.
He had left with no explanation, no reason.
Perhaps it was boredom?
A year passed and her motivation was lost.
No single night went by without tears, self examination, questions and anger.
And a week later the unthinkable happened – she saw him, in the street.
He was smiling, he was happy, he was arm in arm with a young woman.
She was tall and elegant and graceful.
Someone shouted to the couple in the street:
“مبروك الخطبتكم” “Congratulations on your Engagement”
They were engaged.
Suddenly something was torn away from her. A pain so sharp and vile ripped every ounce of hope away from her.
She had lost everything, culturally she would never marry. She had lost her chance.
She turned, and ran.
She ran through the streets, she ran past the shops, she ran.
Her heart was truly broken and the pain was horrific.
And today she continues with her life, as a prisoner to her new identity -a prisoner to how people perceive her.
She continues with her life, fighting the battle every day to believe that she has worth.
She continues with her life, despite the attitudes of the onlookers.
She continues, and she will continue.
Dear Brave Girl, Thank you for being true and fearless. I pray that one day you will come to a place of comfort and peace. On behalf of the cruel world we live in, I apologize.