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There is nothing so painfully heartwrenching as motherhood. Helplessly in love with something that cannot even speak, the minute she rests her head against your chest with eyes that see only you the world becomes something so much scarier than it was before. War, I had known war, but I had not known fear until I named her Fareeha and she was perfection. Ripe for corruption in a world where I had seen nothing but.

Never thought I'd be barefoot and pregnant, an ornament on the hip of some successful man and so it came as no surprise that everything I endured, I endured alone. She did not deserve to be kept a secret, hidden 'neath body armor that grew tighter with every breath. Men are clueless, too caught up within their political spats to notice what festered.

Her father doesn't know. Not even her name.