I don’t know why, but lately I’ve started understanding silence in a different way.
Not the peaceful silence…
but the kind where a person stops explaining.
There was a time when I used to think that if someone is quiet, maybe they don’t care. Maybe they’ve accepted defeat. But life… it teaches you slowly, in uncomfortable ways.
Now I see it differently.
Sometimes a person goes quiet because they are tired. Not physically… but emotionally. They have explained themselves too many times. They have trusted people who didn’t understand them. And at some point, they just stop.
Not because they are weak.
But because they are holding themselves together.
There’s a strange kind of pain in that… the one you can’t show. You smile, you sit with people, you even laugh sometimes… but inside, something feels heavy. Like you're carrying something no one can see.
And the hardest part?
You can’t even explain it properly.
I’ve seen people like that. Maybe I’ve been that person too. You want someone to understand you without saying much… but that rarely happens.
So you learn something else instead.
You learn to rely on Allah.
Not in a perfect way… not like those people who always look strong. But in a broken, quiet way. You sit alone, and you just… talk to Him. No big words, no fancy duas. Just simple things.
“Ya Allah, I don’t understand what’s happening… but You do.”
And somehow, that feels enough for the moment.
Life isn’t always easy, and honestly, I don’t think it’s supposed to be. There are phases where everything feels stuck. Nothing is working, nothing is clear, and you don’t even know what you’re waiting for.
But deep down… there’s a small hope.
That maybe this is not the end.
That maybe all this confusion, this pain, this silence… it means something.
Maybe it’s preparing you.
I read somewhere once — after every dark night, there is a morning. It sounds simple, almost cliché… but when you are actually going through a dark phase, that line hits differently.
Because you need to believe it.
Not because you’re sure… but because you don’t have any other choice.
So if you are in that place right now… where things don’t make sense, where you feel alone even around people…
Just hold on.
Not perfectly. Not strongly.
Just… somehow.
Because maybe this struggle you’re in right now…
is not punishment.
Maybe it’s protection.
Or maybe… just maybe… it’s the start of something better that you can’t see yet.
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