In shadows deep, she weeps in silent pain,
Her spirit bruised by hands that should protect,
Yet in her heart, a flicker does remain,
A flame of strength, a will to reconnect.

The world may whisper words of blind consent,
To stay and bear the burden of abuse,
But in her eyes, a fire is present,
A spark of courage, a resolve to choose.

For Islam grants her power to break free,
To sever ties that bind in cruel despair,
No voice but hers should sway her destiny,
No judgment from the tongues that do not care.

So let the girl find solace in her might,
And rise above the darkness into light.
@Maleeha