Realistic Fiction
A sorrow that never occurred wasn’t yours to manifest.
I reiterate this before and after every in-between that has devoured me of peace.
My dawns have started to set in the dark, almost reminding me that I’m blinded by what sees me, but cannot be seen. Days pass, and I flinch at the end of each one. My mind is a dithered territory intruded by countless unpulled triggers. What do you do if not pull them? Run away? Let them stay? Or wait until sanity refuses to withstand the recurrence of the usual?
I searched for more definitions, more phrases, anything that could explain how it feels here.
No, not the place.
Here in me.
When you become the cage, everything around you remains free.
It has been reeking within for a while now, so I haven’t opened up. People would hate to breathe the same air.
I’ve lasted for decades here in me, and the hurt is always brutal. I’ve set ablaze everything within and in between. The between without an end, yet. Healing from the barren, maybe.
Now, at this moment, I reside in faith and exist in the verses that keep me breathing.
فَإِنَّ مَعَ الْعُسْرِ يُسْرًا
إِنَّ مَعَ الْعُسْرِ يُسْرًا
Fa inna ma‘al ‘usri yusrā
Inna ma‘al ‘usri yusrā
So verily, with hardship, there is relief.
Verily, with hardship, there is relief.
(Indeed, there is one hardship with two reliefs; one hardship cannot overcome two reliefs.)
In the end, the in-betweens will collapse into the past.
The barrens will see lilacs.
And I will keep counting on the verses.
Inner peace is within us; we only need to look deeper.
Beautifully penned by Fahima Nahid
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