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A Memoir of Love, Faith, and Becoming

Between the Worlds I Lived In is a raw, intimate memoir about a woman who spends her life suspended between desire and duty, freedom and fear, longing and surrender. It is the story of a heart that learns too late that some loves are meant to awaken us, not keep us—and that choosing yourself can feel like the most dangerous act of all.From her earliest years, the narrator is shaped by contradiction. Raised under the weight of expectation, she learns that love must be earned through performance, obedience, and resilience. She grows into a woman who excels on the outside but aches on the inside, constantly seeking acceptance, constantly measuring herself against impossible standards. Her childhood teaches her how to survive—but not how to feel safe.She learns early how to wear masks.By the time she reaches young adulthood, she is already living in fragments—splitting herself to fit into the lives of others. Her heart begins to drift toward escape, toward romance, toward the promise of being seen. And then she meets Omar.Omar is not just a man—he is a mirror. Their connection is immediate and electric, marked by laughter, deep conversations, shared secrets, and a magnetic pull neither of them can explain. With him, she feels alive in a way she never has before. He awakens something dormant in her: a version of herself that is playful, brilliant, passionate, and fully present.With Omar, the world feels brighter. Messages light her up. His words make her want to become more. Their love feels like fire—uncontainable, forbidden, intoxicating. They build a private universe through screens and whispered confessions. Their language becomes their sanctuary.But Omar is not free. And neither is she.Haunted by a past she cannot undo, burdened by guilt, and trapped by circumstance, she makes the most devastating confession of her life—revealing a truth that shatters the fragile future they imagine. In that moment, everything changes. The shift is silent but final. What once felt infinite becomes unreachable.And yet, she cannot let go.Instead, she chooses Ethan—the man who represents stability, safety, and a life that makes sense on paper. Ethan offers certainty. He offers plans. He offers a future that promises security, even if her heart does not live there. She tells herself that love can be learned, that passion fades, that safety is enough.But it is not.She carries Omar with her into every room, every moment, every decision. Even when oceans separate them, he remains in her mind, a constant ache. She becomes a woman divided—between what she feels and what she chooses, between what she wants and what she believes she deserves.Life with Ethan becomes a prison disguised as opportunity. Their relationship grows volatile, marked by jealousy, control, and emotional cruelty. The freedom she once dreamed of turns into fear. She begins to shrink inside herself, haunted by regret, trapped in silence, searching for a way out that does not exist.Eventually, she escapes—not just the relationship, but the life she was trying to force herself into.And then comes faith.Her soul, exhausted by chaos, begins to long for something sacred. She is drawn to Islam not as a rulebook, but as a refuge—a way to cleanse herself of the pain she has carried for so long. Faith becomes her hope for rebirth, for forgiveness, for becoming someone new. She believes that surrendering to God will finally heal her heart. But healing is not linear.Upon returning home, she meets Farhad—the man who will become her husband. He is nothing like the man she imagined for herself. Rough-edged, deeply flawed, emotionally distant, he carries a family dynamic that both fascinates and suffocates her. She is drawn not to him, but to the world around him—the closeness, the sense of belonging she has always craved.She marries not for love, but for survival.What follows is a life built on compromise and quiet grief. She becomes a wife. A mother. A woman who holds everything together while slowly disappearing inside herself. She manages homes, children, finances, and emotions—while her own needs remain invisible.Her marriage becomes another world she must survive.Farhad’s emotional unavailability, criticism, and immaturity leave her feeling unseen and unchosen. She becomes the caretaker, the organizer, the emotional anchor—while he drifts through life without accountability. His moments of effort confuse her, making her doubt her own pain, trapping her in cycles of hope and disappointment.Meanwhile, Omar never truly leaves her heart. She tries to silence the memory of him. She prays it away. She buries it beneath duty and motherhood and faith. But grief does not disappear—it waits.And when it resurfaces, it feels like betrayal all over again.

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Chapter 1: The Child of Many Worlds
I was an intelligent but strange child, growing up in a strict single-parent Catholic household. My multi-racial family made me feel out of place, clumsy, and unseen. I didn’t fit, and I spent my childhood trying to make sense of the world through the TV shows I loved, living vicariously through the romance and family dramas on screen. Music and dance were my lifelines — I was a dancer, a drum majorette, a girl in love with movement and rhythm. I dreamed of stages and applause, of a life where I could be seen. But life had other plans. I became Muslim at the age of 21 after returning from a year in the USA, working abroad after I had given up studying. When I returned to my home, I felt a calling to Islam, a desire to change my life and start anew. But in doing so, I had to give up my passion for dance and music. Some part of me believes I made that choice in the hopes that I would one day be reunited with the man I loved as a young woman. My early life was marked by traumas I could not name at the time — moments that fractured trust, exposed me to pain, and shaped my restless yearning. I endured abusive relationships, the loss of my mother at 25, and a profound sense of isolation from my extended family. I was always trying to prove that I was enough, that I could be loved and accepted, that my life could be different. At 19, I fell in love with Omar. The one my soul longed for. The connection I longed for. He was 17, I was 19, and the chemistry between us burned like fire. It felt electric, as if our souls called to each other and could not let go. Strangely, our lives mirrored each other: we both had the same number of children, both had twins, I was a teacher and his wife was a teacher, and we named our firstborns the same name. These coincidences felt like signs that our connection meant something deeper, something more than chance. But I believed I didn’t deserve him — he was Muslim, I was Christian, and I was what I called a ‘bad girl’ in my own eyes. He was good. I was broken. So I let him go. Or at least, I tried.I didn’t know then that some connections do not end. They wait. And in letting him go, I stepped onto the path that would lead me into a life I thought I wanted — and a love I would spend years trying to escape Two years later, I reverted to Islam and rushed into marriage with Farhad at 23, chasing a fairytale I thought would save me. Farhad was a drug addict when I married him, and while grieving my mother, I found myself helping him get clean, shaping him into the man he would become. I tried to build the life I imagined: a home, four children, a marriage. But the reality was harsher than I could have predicted. By 25, I had lost my mother, and over the years, I realized I was surviving, not living. I became an empty shell, weighed down by grief, responsibilities, and unhealed wounds, raising neurodivergent children while navigating a marriage that left me unfulfilled. Through it all, Omar would reappear. He became a quiet lifeline, a spark of desire and hope in the shadows of my life. Our connection existed mostly in messages and conversations, always constrained by distance, faith, shame, and circumstance. He represented desire, possibility, and the self I had buried. At the same time, he kept me suspended between worlds, unable to fully commit to the life I was living or release the one I had imagined. This is the story of a woman living multiple lives at once: the passionate child, the devoted wife, the secret lover, the mother, the survivor. It is a story of yearning, loss, faith, and resilience — a journey to reclaim one’s identity, to confront desires and disappointments, and to finally choose to live fully, instead of merely surviving.

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