When this thing will be over?

Ya Allah, Ya Rabb…

When will this darkness finally lift from our lives?

When will this relentless cycle of black magic, this unseen torment, come to an end?

It feels like a never-ending ring of shadows— a prison forged by satan’s own hand, trapping us in its cruel grip, dragging our marriage through a storm that refuses to calm.

What kind of marriage is this that we now live?

What kind of life do we share when the words of hope, dreams, and future plans barely find their way between us?

When even speaking about our children—our blessings and our hope—
feels like an impossible task, swallowed by silence and distance?

Geez...

All of this pain, all of this heartbreak, caused by one impulsive, careless act— one moment that shattered everything we built together.

Four months have slipped away from us, wasted in trying to mend broken pieces, pretending that nothing ever happened, as if no wounds were left to heal.

I know I am no perfect wife.

I have faltered, neglected his needs, and I carry the weight of my mistakes. 

I am guilty—yes, guilty— for the errors I made in the past, for every moment I fell short.

But now, despite everything, I am ready to change.

Step by step,

I am becoming the wife he once dreamed of— the woman who can stand beside him as an equal the woman who deserves to share his life.

Even knowing all the darkness he faced— the black magic, the betrayal, the hidden wounds—from the depths of my heart, I forgive.

I forgive every shadow that touched us, every hurt that tried to tear us apart.

And I still want to be his wife, to spend the rest of my days by his side,
to rebuild our shattered trust, brick by brick.

But a question haunts me like a ghost— what did I do wrong?

What mistake did I make to her— the woman who chose to break our home, to turn these last four months into a living hell for me?

So many questions crowd my mind, so many unsaid words and silent screams.

I want to confront her, to ask her why—why she did this, why she tore apart my life, why she shattered my heart.

Yet, after all that’s happened, I’m unsure if asking will bring peace or more pain.

Maybe some questions are better left unanswered, some wounds better left to heal in quiet prayer.

Ya Allah, Ya Rabb, please guide me through this darkness.

Give me strength to forgive, courage to move forward, and wisdom to know what is right for my heart and soul.

Grant me the patience to rebuild, and the faith that love, true love, can rise even from the ashes of despair.