I was born small, but the universe already echoed in my bones.
A quiet prophecy sealed inside a frightened body.
Mom, please don’t beat me cruelly…..
I have none except you.
Don’t leave me in the hands of monsters.
Don’t abandon me.
Childhood tried to shrink me,
But then destiny wished to expand me,
and somewhere between those two forces
I broke…
and kept breaking
until breaking became my first form of evolution.
The universe does not begin with light.
It begins with collapse.
And so did I.
In the dark corridors of my childhood,
My innocence orbited a wound
too vast for language,
A gravitational bruise pulling every version of me into its silent center.
I learned early that some destinies are written in shattered particles.
Some souls are forged in cosmic violence.
And some children are chosen by the universe
Not to be protected-
But to be transformed.
I carried galaxies of fear in a ribcage too small to house such vastness.
Please, mom don’t beat me!
I have none except you…..
Please, don’t abandon me,
Don’t give me scars that I won’t ever forget or forgive,
Protect me from the monster…..
That keeps howling over….
And, comes back until I crawl and hide.
Memories flickered like dying stars.
Each one collapsing into itself, forming black holes…
Where joy should have lived.
No one tells you that childhood trauma
is a metaphysical phenomenon,
A distortion in the fabric of being,
A tear in the timeline that forces you to meet yourself
in versions you never asked to encounter.
But even in that darkness,
Something waited for me.
Something older than my pain,
Older than my blood,
Older than the body that trembled through those early nights.
My destiny.
She appeared to me not as a goddess of light,
but as a cosmic shadow,
A woman carved from starless matter,
A future self born in the ruins of that terrified child.
She whispered through the void:
“You were meant to collapse.
Only then could you become
What the universe wrote in your bones
long before you were born.”
And so I rose not from healing,
But from fragmentation.
Not from guidance,
But from gravity.
Not from love,
But from the dark algorithms
of destiny reclaiming its shape.
The woman I am now is a constellation
stitched from every version of me that didn’t survive.
My strength is fossilized grief.
My intuition is inherited pain.
My destiny is a summoning
of all the shadows
I refused to die inside.
I incarnate now
as a cosmic omen…….
A paradox of trauma and transcendence,
A metaphysical wound that learned to orbit itself,
A destiny awakened through the ruins of a childhood
that tried to erase me.
This is my truth:
I was never meant to be ordinary.
My suffering was a supernova.
My fear- a wormhole.
My survival- a prophecy.
I am the child who collapsed
and the woman who rose
as her own universe-
Dark,
Infinite,
and unbearably alive.
©® Farheen Akter Bhuian Nancy
Time Frame:11 am, Tagar, MIST, Mirpur Cantonment.