Silence Screaming Life
In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful
Essay (101)
Life outwardly seems like a straight road... but in reality, it is a web of winding paths, blind turns, and thorny trails where at every step, a person starts to lose themselves. This is not the story of one person... it is the story of every heart that has ever broken silently, the tale of every eye that has hidden tears in solitude, and the cry of every soul that calls out to its Lord in silence. If you have ever felt a pain inside your heart that cannot be expressed in words... then this novel is actually your story. ..... That person... whose name is not important, because his story is connected to every name. He used to laugh, his words had the fragrance of life, and people felt peace coming close to him. Then a moment came—silent, soundless... but such that all his happiness turned into an accident in a jolt. It was not a scream, nor a noise...
Rather, it was a silent earthquake that shook the world inside him. This is also the story of all those who considered someone their everything,
and in return, lost themselves. That day was also strange... when he gave someone a place in his life. He felt that now life was complete, that he had found someone who would complete his incomplete breaths. He taught her how to live, taught her how to talk, held her hand in every difficulty... but what did he know—that the same hand would push him one day. The most painful truth of life was this:
The one whom he embraced as his own, became an accident one day... the one whom he taught the etiquette of living, started making his life difficult... the one whom he taught to speak, started making him fall into "you-you, me-me"...
The one whom he supported, snatched his support and put all the blame on him.
In short. Time passed,
and the truth began to be revealed. The same person whom he had supported,
was now standing in front of him—with a changed tone, a changed attitude. Accusations, bitter sentences, disrespect... he kept thinking: "Is this the same person for whom I sacrificed everything?" This question remained a wound in his heart. The biggest shock came when his support was also taken away. The one for whom he stood as a wall, the same one brought down his wall.
And then... the burden of all the mistakes was also put on him. Now he was standing at such a place
where there was no one to listen, no one to understand. It felt like—as if the world was ready to tear him apart. This was the turn
where a person loses even to himself. His emotions were scattered,
hopes were broken,
and the heart... was just a wounded piece. He was on such a dark path where there was no light, no guidance.
He asked himself: "What was my fault?" But: the answer was only silence. He felt that
the games of life are really strange—when who, in what form, comes and injures a person, nothing is known.
Nights became his biggest test when the world went to sleep, his pain woke up. He kept looking at the ceiling, and the same question echoed in his heart: "Will this pain ever end?" But every tear broke him further. He started hiding from himself too... because now he was not able to tolerate himself either. When patience started to give way,
when tears also got tired... he got up and fell into prostration. There was no order, no beauty of words—
just a cry of a broken heart: "O Allah... I am tired... I have lost... now You are the only support..." And in that silent moment, a slight peace began to descend on his heart. With time, something started to change inside him. He started to understand that
this pain has not come to end him, but to awaken him. Some wounds are such that they connect a person not to the world, but to Allah. There was still pain... but a meaning had been created in that pain. He is still not completely happy... but now he is not broken either. He has learned that not every question has an answer, and not every pain ends—some pains change a person.
Now he stays awake at night... but tears are less, prayers are more. This story is not over...
because it is continuing with every person who is standing at some unknown turn. If you are also at such a turn... then remember: you are not alone. Your Lord hears your silent scream too. .... Poem 
The one whom we lit in our hearts like a lamp
The same one came like the wind and blew it out
The one whom we always saved from drowning 
The same one brought us to the shore and drowned us 
The one whom I considered support, the same one brought down the wall
I kept recovering and he kept testing me
The one whom we loved more than our heart, O Noori 
The same one silently gave us a river of pain
             By: Mahmood ul Bari
mahmoodulbari342@gmail.com