chapter two

  • between sabr and dua

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  • the weight we carry

    i’ve lost count of how many times i’ve held onto something too tightly, an idea, a plan, a hope – convinced it was meant to be mine. i told myself that if i just tried hard enough, it would come. and yet there were moments, when things didn’t work out. there’s a tough feeling to being let down, a feeling i’ve grown too familiar with. it’s like standing in the… ↓

  • no fear, just hope

    there’s a weight that comes with starting again. something heavy that comes with trying again and again. from the moments i let fear decide for me. i’ve been let down before, by people, by dreams, by myself. i held too tight, by the version of myself that was too afraid to take a chance. but i can’t let this keep happening. life isn’t going to wait for me to figure… ↓

  • where hope still lies

    in a world split by borders and beliefs, there remains one truth, our shared humanity. yet, as our countries suffer, the connection feels distantly lost. i find myself seeking the truth in a lot of what is happening in the world, searching for some understanding of even a hint of the sorrow that our people endure. but the deeper i dig, the more i feel the weight of the guilt,… ↓

  • comfort in silence

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  • can’t wait much longer

    i’m not as strong as i make myself out to be. i need help too. i need my family and friends. i need their love and support. but they’re not always there for me. i’ve grown so used to them being gone that i’ve learned to rely on myself instead. but it’s becoming too lonely, and it’s starting to have a negative effect on me. i feel useless, vulnerable to… ↓