Half Wife
Half Wife: The Story of Marva
Some stories are not just written — they are etched in pain, silence, and unanswered prayers. Half Wife is one such story.
This is not a tale of romance. It is not a celebration of culture, nor a glorification of patience. It is a raw and haunting testimony of a girl named Marva — a kind-hearted soul born into a community where faith was sacred but often misused, where women were taught to wait, endure, and sacrifice in silence.
This novel is a mirror. It reflects what happens when traditions become cages, when promises are made but never fulfilled, when families use faith as currency, and when a girl’s entire youth is wasted waiting for a wedding that never truly comes. Marva's story is not fictional for many — it is the unspoken truth of thousands of women hidden behind closed doors, veils of shame, and community honor.
The term “Half Wife” is not poetic. It is a wound. A label thrust upon Marva — married in name, in rituals, in society’s eyes, but abandoned in reality. Her pain is not just personal; it is political. It is spiritual. And it demands that we ask uncomfortable questions.
This book does not seek revenge — it seeks reflection. It is a voice for those who were never heard, a light for those lost in the dark corners of societal hypocrisy. The chapters bleed truth — a truth that will disturb you, move you, and hopefully, change you.
To everyone who reads this: read with your heart open, your conscience awake. May Marva's story stir something within you — not just sympathy, but responsibility.
Let this not be just a story. Let it be a movement of awareness, accountability, and reform.
— Afzal Ahamed Malik