𝒁𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑬𝒍-𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒂𝒊

This is not just a story. This is a survival.

She was born into the world with nothing but love in her heart and hope in her eyes.
But love was not what met her.
Not in the house she called home.
Not in the eyes that were supposed to protect her.
Not in the arms she used to run to.

She was silenced, blamed, beaten, abandoned-and still expected to smile.

At nine, she learned how to lie just to survive.
At eleven, she learned how to bleed without crying.
At fifteen, she learned that even family can be the sharpest blade.

But when everyone chose to forget her pain, she held on to the One who never left.
She wasn't raised by affection.
She wasn't raised by blood.
She was raised by Heaven.

This book is the voice of a girl who refused to disappear.
This is for the unheard, the hurting, the healing.
This is Zehara El-Shaddai.