~ DEDICATION ~

This story isn't just a story. It's a reminder.
A reminder for every woman who was told her worth lived on her face.
For every woman who was punished for saying no.

For the ones who woke up to an unrecognisable face that wasn't hers.
For the ones who had to learn their own reflection again.
For the ones who endured questions that hurt more than silence.

You were called victims.
But you were never weak.
You were expected to disappear quietly.
To shrink, to forgive too soon, to carry shame that was never yours.

And yet, you stood.

You stood through the stares.
Through the whispers.
Through the long corridors of hospitals and courtrooms.
Through the kind of pain that tries to rewrite a person from within.

You stood when the world thought you would fall. 
You thought, JUSTICE was beyond your reach.
But, this is a reminder for you to claim it.

They tried to mark you.
But the marks became proof... not of your weakness
but of your survival.

To every survivor who chose to wake up again the next morning,
Who chose to step outside again,
Who chose to dream again,
You are not just strong.
You are an example.

You are not the victims...
You are the warriors of existence.
ZAKHM 
~Authorr_Alora