This book is not a scream. It is a chronicle of whispers, of eyes that lowered and voices that weren't raised. It's a collection of moments—some ordinary, some brutal, many dismissed. It isn't an argument. It is a mirror.

You won't find sweeping statistics or footnoted legalese here. Instead, you'll encounter vignettes—short, sharp slices of life—told like stories, because that's how truth survives when history is denied. They may sting. They may soothe. They will speak.

What happens behind closed doors often dictates the temperature of our streets, our policies, and our prejudices. This book is an attempt to open those doors—not with anger, but with truth.

Come in.