In a small town lived a girl named Raha.
She was very quiet by nature—gentle, sweet, and beautiful.
The most unusual thing about her was her eyes.
Her deep blue eyes were mesmerizing; a single glance could make anyone lose themselves.
Yet within those same eyes hid a suppressed sorrow—a silent scream.
Because of this pain, Raha cried often.
She stayed alone most of the time and barely communicated, even with her own mother.
This suffering was not something she was born with.
When Raha was only five years old, she was involved in a terrible car accident.
The glass from the shattered windshield pierced her throat, and she lost her ability to speak forever.
In that same accident, Raha lost her father.
He died on the spot.
Raha believed that her father's death was her fault.
That day, sitting beside the window, Raha was lost in memories—
After school, her father had come to pick her up.
As soon as she got into the car, Raha insisted on eating ice cream.
But her father was unwell that day and refused.
Still, Raha kept insisting.
Suddenly, she climbed onto her father's lap.
At that exact moment, a truck rushed toward them at high speed.
Because Raha was sitting on his lap, her father couldn't see the truck clearly.
A violent collision followed.
Raha's father died instantly.
The shattered glass cut into Raha's throat.
She lost her voice—but she could still hear everything.
Remembering all of this, Raha began to cry.
At present, Raha's mother worked in other people's houses to support herself and her daughter.
She repeatedly tried to explain to Raha that it had only been an accident—that none of it was Raha's fault.
But Raha couldn't accept it.
She spent hours crying in front of her father's photograph, blaming herself again and again.
Raha attended school, but she had no friends.
Everyone avoided her—as if her silence itself were a crime.
Because she couldn't speak, she was often humiliated.
Even after enduring all of this, Raha never told anyone—not even her mother.
Because of her beauty, some boys at school made vulgar comments about her.
Some asked her to be their girlfriend, and a few even behaved inappropriately toward her.
Unable to tolerate it any longer, Raha wrote a detailed report—describing everything that had happened and what the boys had tried to do—and submitted it to the school principal.
She believed the principal would help her.
Instead, the principal insulted her.
He said,
"If you're beautiful, you have to endure these things."
Then he himself began behaving inappropriately toward her.
Raha couldn't tolerate it anymore.
She slapped the principal and ran home.
At home, she broke down completely—crying uncontrollably, clawing at herself, clenching her teeth, sobbing like she had lost her sanity.
When her mother returned from work and saw her daughter like this, she was terrified.
Wiping Raha's tears, she asked anxiously,
"What happened? Why are you doing this?"
Raha said nothing.
She only hugged her mother and cried.
Seeing this, her mother couldn't hold back her tears either.
After a long time, Raha finally explained everything through gestures.
Her mother was stunned.
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"You don't have to go to that school anymore. We'll move to another city."
Through tears, she added,
"I don't want to lose you like I lost your father."
The two of them held each other and cried.
The next day, Raha's mother went to the school with her and informed the principal that Raha would no longer study there and would be transferred to another school.
The principal grew suspicious and asked,
"Why?"
As Raha's mother tried to answer, she noticed Raha standing silently beside her, trembling in fear.
Pulling Raha close, her mother said firmly,
"She has been facing many problems in this school. She has no friends. Everything happens because she cannot speak.
I will enroll her in a special school where people will understand her."
The principal sighed deeply and finally agreed to the transfer.
After returning home, Raha's mother told her that she would admit her to one of the best schools in the country—where none of this would happen again.
She gently stroked Raha's head.
Raha only nodded silently.
Soon, Raha's transfer was completed.
She and her mother left the city and moved to another one, renting a small house and starting a new life.
Today was Raha's first day at her new school.
She was extremely excited—yet equally nervous.
Questions filled her mind.
Will something like that happen again?
What will my new classmates be like?
Will they accept me?
Will they bully me again because I can't speak?
Lost in these thoughts, she stopped in front of the school gate.
The board read:
Foreign Affairs International School
Raha took a deep breath and, gathering her courage, stepped forward.