The empty womb, the empty bed.

The empty womb, the empty bed. I am 35 years old and have been married for 9 years. People around me think I'm "lucky" because my husband earns well, we live in a nice apartment, and I wear gold jewelry at weddings. But nobody knows the pain I carry inside my body every day. I can't be a mother. Doctors have tried, I've taken medication, prayed in temples and mosques, but nothing has worked. And because of this, my husband has slowly begun to hate me. When I look into their eyes, I no longer see love, only disappointment. At every party, my in-laws tease me: "What good is a woman if she can't have children?" Do they think I'm a machine? Do they think my value lies solely in my womb? At night, I cry silently into my pillow while he turns his back. Sometimes I wonder: what is more painful, not having children or being treated as less than human by the man you love? If motherhood is destiny, then why was I chosen for this curse? Some stories deserve to be heard, not just read. If you agree, click "like." And follow us to hear more voices that refuse to be silenced.