There was a time when I believed my fate was already written.
A time when I woke up each morning knowing that my ๐๐ง๐๐๐ข๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ง๐ค๐ช๐จ, ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ซ๐ค๐๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐ ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฅ๐ค๐ฃ, ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐๐ญ๐๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐จ ๐ ๐๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ก๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ก๐ง๐๐๐๐ฎ ๐ก๐ค๐จ๐ฉ.
I was ๐ฏ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ป ๐ถ๐ป๐๐ผ ๐๐ถ๐น๐ฒ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ.
Trained to obey.
Expected to endure.
But the worst part? ๐ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ปโ๐ ๐ธ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฑ ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ผ๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฒ.
I thought suffering was my destiny.
That fear was my forever.
That ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐ป ๐น๐ถ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ปโ๐ ๐ด๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฟ ๐๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฒ๐.
Until one dayโฆ I did.
I still remember the night everything changed.
I stood in a room filled with voices that didnโt belong to me. Men deciding my future, my worth, my limits.
And in that moment, I had two choices: Stay silent, or fight for a life I had never been allowed to imagine.
๐ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐.
It wasnโt easy.
It wasnโt instant.
It took years of breaking, healing, and rebuilding myself from the ground up.
But today, I stand here not just as a survivorโbut as a woman who reclaimed her story. ๐ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฎ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ผ ๐ถ๐ ๐ป๐ผ ๐น๐ผ๐ป๐ด๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ฎ๐ณ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฒ, ๐๐ผ ๐๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ธ, ๐๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐ณ๐๐น๐น๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ป๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ผ๐น๐ผ๐ด๐ฒ๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐น๐น๐ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ฒ๐น๐ณ.
๐๐ป๐ฑ ๐ป๐ผ๐, ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐ท๐ผ๐๐ฟ๐ป๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ถ๐๐ต ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ.
For the first time ever, Iโm sharing the beginning of my storyโthe raw, unfiltered truth about where it all began.
๐ฐโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐น๐ฌ๐ฌ.
These pages hold my truth, my pain, and the moment everything changed.
If youโve ever felt trapped in a story you didnโt chooseโฆ
If youโve ever been told to shrink, to be less, to stay quietโฆ
If youโre ready to reclaim your power and rewrite YOUR storyโฆ
๐๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ค ๐ก๐๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐จ๐ฐ๐ง๐ฅ๐จ๐๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐ฌ ๐ง๐จ๐ฐ: https://www.maryamjanakbari.com/registration-page
Because your voice matters. Your story matters. And this is just the beginning.
