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I want to share my story with you—a story of sacrifice, silence, struggle, and slowly finding my way back to myself.

My journey began with hope. I was admitted to university, dreaming of a career and a future built on my own choices. But soon after, I got married, and everything changed in ways I could not have imagined. My mother-in-law had already passed away, so the full responsibility of the household fell directly on my shoulders. There was no space left for my own dreams. I had to give up my studies and set aside every plan I once had for my career. I told myself this was simply what life demanded of me now.

Then I became a mother to twins. Somehow, in the middle of sleepless nights and endless responsibilities, I managed to complete my graduation. But after that, I stopped thinking about myself completely. My only focus became my children—making sure they grew up healthy, safe, and strong. My husband's business required him to live permanently in another place, so in every practical sense, I raised my twins alone in Dhaka. I was married, yet I lived and struggled like a single mother, carrying every decision, every worry, and every responsibility by myself.

For years, I disappeared into that role. I was a mother first, and everything else came second—including my own identity, my own growth, my own voice.

It was only when my children stepped into their teenage years that something inside me woke up again. I started asking myself: what about me? What happened to the woman who once had dreams of her own? Slowly, carefully, I began rebuilding myself from the inside out. I started working on my mental growth, reading, learning, and reflecting. I taught myself new skills, one by one. I started a small online business. I learned digital skills from scratch just to run a Facebook page, figuring things out on my own, late at night, after my children had gone to sleep. Every small skill I learned felt like reclaiming a small piece of myself that I had left behind years ago.

By 2025, I felt something I hadn't felt in a very long time—readiness. I prepared myself seriously for higher studies, and to my joy, I received an offer to pursue an MBA in Finland. It felt like a miracle. It felt like proof that it wasn't too late for me. I allowed myself to dream again, fully and freely, for the first time in years.

But then reality returned. My children were about to turn 18 that same July, which meant they could no longer travel with me as my dependents. After everything—after all the studying, the preparation, the hope—I had to let go of this opportunity. My children still depend on me completely. My husband continues to live separately because of his business, so in reality, I remain the one raising my twins alone. I could not leave them behind, not even for the dream I had worked so hard to reach.

It was one of the most painful decisions of my life. A door had finally opened, and I had to close it myself.

But I refused to let that moment break me. Instead, I chose to rebuild myself in a different way, continuing to move forward however I could, one step at a time.

I want to thank World Pulse from the bottom of my heart for giving me a beautiful space to share my story so openly—and I am deeply grateful that my story was even recognized with an award. That recognition reminded me that my journey, and my voice, truly matter.

Today, I work with a women's travel group as a trip leader, and alongside that, I am focused on something I care about deeply: women's mental wellness. This is the path I want to walk for the rest of my life.

In Bangladesh, women are still deeply neglected. Many families fail to give girls proper education, which prevents them from ever becoming financially independent. Women's opinions are rarely valued. Their physical health is overlooked, and their mental health is almost never taken seriously.

I have learned this truth through my own life: without mental strength, no woman can truly move forward—yet society so often does not want women to move forward at all.

This is exactly why I have chosen to dedicate myself to women's mental wellness. I want women everywhere to rise and stand equal with the world. I want them to believe in their own worth, to fight for their own space, and most importantly, to learn to love themselves—fully, fearlessly, and without apology.

I am impacting women who have forgotten their own worth while giving everything to everyone else. Mothers who paused their dreams, daughters who were never asked what they wanted, and sisters who were told to stay quiet. Through my work in women's mental wellness and as a trip leader in a female travel community, I want to remind them of one simple truth—it is never too late to begin again. Sacrifice does not mean disappearance. I want every woman I meet to walk away believing she matters, that her voice deserves space, and that healing herself is not selfish—it is necessary.

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