NO ONE IS IMMUNE TO PAIN 

*NO ONE IS IMMUNE TO PAIN! "BROKEN YET BECOMING"* 

As a child, she sometimes ate once a day or even starved while pretending she wasn’t hungry so her younger siblings could have more or because there was no food. Now grown, she still carries that silent vow in her heart “My children will never suffer what I suffered.” 

Pain has followed her, not as hunger anymore but as a memory that lingers. 😢

_At 2 am while everyone slept, she sat in the dark breastfeeding her baby. Her back ached, eyes burned from exhaustion but she whispered a lullaby anyway. 

In the morning, she made breakfast and packed lunch boxes. No one knew she hasn't slept a wink! 😔 

_Every woman you see smiling today has a story, Some hide theirs behind laughter, others bury it in silent or hard work because they don’t want to look weak. 

*One truth? no one is immune to pain.*

_As women and mothers, we face battles that others may never see. Pain is no respect of person, age, beauty or class. *It comes for everyone.* 💔 

*SCARS OF POVERTY*

Some women grew up knowing LACK too well. Slept on empty stomachs, wore torn clothes, studied under dim lights, watched their parents struggle just to keep the family afloat. This made them fight harder but also left scars.

*SCARS OF MOTHERHOOD*

From the first contractions of childbirth, to sleepless nights nursing a child, to the worries that never leaves even when they are grown. 

_Many women carry silent grief over the dreams they laid aside for the sake of family. The degree, business idea, passion, career etc they put on hold so children could eat, husband could thrive, home could stand. Years later, some smile but deep inside they wonder “What would my life have been if I had chased that dream?” 😭 

*THE PRICE OF BEING HER*

Monthly cycles, hormonal changes, fertility struggles, miscarriages, health conditions or menopause? Our bodies carry both the miracle of life and the weight of pain. Yet through it all we rise every morning to keep going.

*WOUNDS OF LOVE*

Some women endure marriages where love has grown cold, Some battle misunderstandings, betrayal or distance from those they love. Others silently carry the pain of raising children alone and financial burden. 

*SCARS OF HUSTLE*

The woman who invested her last savings, pours her energy into a business but still fails. The mother who cries in the bathroom so the kids won't see because she doesn’t know how tomorrow’s bills will be paid. The endless pressure of being the backbone yet feeling unappreciated. 😪

*WHEN DEATH STEALS*

The pain of burying parents, spouse or child. The kind of pain that no words can heal, Not felt more when they left but when you reach for them and they are no longer there. The silence, empty chair, memories that suddenly feel heavier. 

Grief is that wound that time teaches you to leave with but never fully heals. 

Yet SISTERs, through all these faces of pain, we find some truths: 

_Pain does not break us, it builds us while teaching us resilience, compassion and strength. 

_Our scars are proof of battles survived, not weakness.

_Everyone is fighting a hidden battle, be KIND! You don't know what the next woman is going through.

Gentle words, a little *PATIENCE, forgiveness, empathy, that kind gesture may be the light someone desperately needs. Pains are everywhere but so are the chances to be kind. ❤️