03

HAMDA ARZEL'S LIFE

AUTHOR'S POV

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows over the park where Humda Arzel often found refuge. The rustling leaves whispered secrets to one another as she sat on her usual bench, a well-worn copy of *Pride and Prejudice* resting in her lap. Today, however, the words blurred into a haze as her mind drifted elsewhere—her thoughts tangled in her life's misery.

"Life can be brutally unpredictable, and sometimes you're forced to push through the darkness. I feel utterly lost, like I've been stripped of everything that matters. It's like I'm drowning in a sea of uncertainty."

That's when she appears, her eyes clouded with thoughts. A solitary soul, whimpering in the silence. No safety net, no one to lean on. Her past, present, and future - all shrouded in a thick fog of uncertainty.

She was robbed of her family at a tender age, before she could even grasp the warmth of a mother's hug or the comfort of a father's guidance. The sibling rivalry, the laughter, the memories - all stolen from her.

Her childhood was a bleak and painful existence, spent in the cold, sterile confines of an orphanage. Countless nights, she lay awake, crying out for a mother who never came. The ache of loneliness was her constant companion.

As she grew up, she watched as others experienced the joy of family, the love and support that she so desperately craved. The longing never faded, and even now, the scars of her past continue to haunt her.

She spent her formative years within the orphanage's walls, where she received her education. Now, at 22, she's pursuing a medical degree, driven by a fierce determination. To make ends meet, she works as a caregiver at the very orphanage that raised her, and lives in the hostel.

Her demeanor is a far cry from the bubbly, sunshine-filled personalities that surround her. She's a soul bruised by trauma, yearning for someone to offer a comforting embrace and share her burdens. She's never been one to ask for much, her childhood wishes silenced by the harsh realities of her existence.

Books are her solace, her sanctuary, and her closest friends. She's never been able to form lasting connections with her peers, fearing that loss and heartache would inevitably follow. So, she's built walls around herself, keeping everyone at arm's length.

Music was once her escape, her passion for singing a beacon of joy in the darkness. But that was years ago. Since confronting the harsh realities of her situation, she's silenced her voice, letting the melodies die on her lips.

Since the age of 6, when the orphanage helper who cared for her moved on, she's been on her own, navigating life's challenges with a resilience born of necessity.

She's always felt like a solitary figure, drifting through life without a single relative to call her own. The crushing weight of her isolation is a constant reminder that she's alone in this world. The burden of self-care and self-improvement falls squarely on her shoulders, but her depression relentlessly whispers that she's not good enough.

Her mind is a maze of overthinking, and she's retreated into herself, becoming increasingly introverted. Human connections are fleeting and superficial, leaving her feeling disconnected and alone.

Music was once her escape, her passion for singing a beacon of joy in the darkness. But that was years ago. Since confronting the harsh realities of her situation, she's silenced her voice, letting the melodies die on her lips.

It's heartbreaking to think of this young soul shouldering the weight of her struggles alone.

Will she ever find the courage to let someone in, to trust another person with her deepest fears and desires?

Can she learn to love and be loved, or will the scars of her past forever hold her back?

HEY..

This is a detailed theory of Hamda. About her and her life.

This is kind of another character sketch as promised this one is lengthy explaining her thoroughly.

Again this is my first book so do support me.

Next ch would be of EHAN explaining his character sketch in detail.

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~AZ

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