The Child I Was, The Fate I Became

 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.