The Promise she let, GO!
A young woman struggles between an online promise and her family’s wisdom, until a life-changing move shows her the courage to choose herself.
Liyana once felt a quiet affection for a boy named Rayyan, someone she only knew through late-night chats and glowing phone screens. As time passed, her feelings dimmed, but the promises she had made to him stayed heavy like a knot she couldn’t untangle. She tried to walk away many times, yet guilt kept her tied to him longer than she should have stayed. Her parents sensed something was wrong and stepped in to protect her heart. They brought four marriage proposals, each one declined because Liyana believed breaking her promise to Rayyan was a betrayal.
When Liyana moved to Canada, everything in her life shifted, including the people around her. She grew close to her cousin, Noor, a gentle and thoughtful woman who listened without judgment. During late-night talks on the balcony, Noor told her what no one had dared to say: that promises made in confusion shouldn’t decide her entire life. She reminded Liyana that parents don’t fight their children—they fight for them. For the first time, Liyana allowed herself to question whether loyalty to Rayyan was worth her own peace.
Slowly, Liyana felt a lightness she hadn’t known in years, as if she had finally stepped out of a storm. She let go of Rayyan, not out of anger, but because they both deserved clarity. Her parents then introduced her to Mikael, a sincere and kind man whose words carried honesty instead of pressure. To her surprise, something inside her softened every time she spoke to him. She realised that choosing what was right for her wasn’t selfish—it was survival.
Months later, Liyana stood in her engagement dress, her heart calmer than it had ever been. Mikael looked at her with a warmth that felt like home, steady and genuine. Her parents watched her with relieved smiles, knowing she had finally trusted them enough to follow a path made for her. Noor hugged her tightly and whispered, “Sometimes letting go is the first step to finding the life you deserve.” In that moment, Liyana understood that endings are not always painful—some are blessings in disguise.
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Syeda Tamseel Fatima
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