I am the one who did not know men

O dear reader, as you read my story, you will feel my tragedy and perhaps become depressed, but I wrote my story only to be a seed of hope that helps you with the tragedies of life. I, who took my full share of suffering, hope you find solace, contentment, and happiness in my story, for your life, even if miserable, is the greatest thing I wished to have. And as you read my story, think of everything I lacked and everything you possess, and remember that despite what I went through, I realized that I loved and felt suffering, and that I am a human being. And before I forget, let me say that we were thirty-nine women and girls, and it was with us that the story began — the story of a girl who emerged from the shadow’s womb to save herself from an eternal prison prepared for women. Inside a cage of silence and rejection, she grows among thirty-nine women older than her, trying to find her voice in a world that refuses to give her a chance. But when she nears regaining her freedom, she finds herself facing a greater challenge; she finds herself alone on the surface of a planet without hope, beginning a struggle against nothingness. I, who did not know men, this is not just a story about dreams being imprisoned, but it is a story of a woman’s strength, will, and insistence on writing her destiny, even if all her sparkle is taken away. At the end of the story, the reader becomes a narrator, weaving the threads of imagination and diving into worlds that align with their thoughts, to discover that true strength lies within, and that her story is just the beginning of all our stories. Author: Jacqueline Harbiman Dar Publishing and Distribution