The Unseen Battlefields of Home

As I sat today, the world outside bustling in its usual rhythm, my eyes fell upon a story that gripped my heart – a tale of a doctor, a healer by profession, yet a victim in her own home.

She thought to surprise her husband with midnight cake on his birthday, a gesture of love, only to be met with fury, not smiles. His hands, which should have held her with care, struck her instead. The news recounted how he turned violent, how he hurt her, a woman carrying their child, in ways that tear at the fabric of what love should be.