When someone you love leaves this world, it feels like time freezes. The air turns heavier, pressing against your chest until you can't breathe. Every heartbeat echoes with their absence, each one a painful reminder that they're no longer here. You feel hollow, like a bird without wings, a key without a lock, or a bee searching in vain for flowers that no longer exist.
I remember that day like it was yesterday. The world outside went on as if nothing had happened. People laughed, cars honked, and the sun shone unapologetically. But for me, everything had crumbled. I stood still in a world that refused to pause, and in that stillness, I felt my heart shatter into a million tiny pieces.
When a leaf falls from a tree, it drifts gently to the ground, only to be crushed under the feet of a stranger passing by forgotten, unnoticed. That's exactly how I felt-insignificant, trampled by the weight of loss.
The pain wasn't just emotional; it was physical. It was as if my body was betraying me, collapsing under the weight of grief. My chest ached with every breath, my stomach churned with an unbearable emptiness, and my hands trembled as if trying to hold on to something that had already slipped away. It was suffocating, like drowning in an ocean of sorrow, with no lifeboat in sight.
That day, I cried like I had never cried before. The tears wouldn't stop. They poured out like a torrential storm, as though my body was trying to cleanse itself of the pain, but no matter how much I cried, the ache remained. It was a pain that didn't just reside in my heart but had taken over my very soul.
That day, I died.
Not physically, but emotionally.
I lost myself-my joy, my laughter, my purpose.
I became a shadow of the person I used to be, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find my way back to the light.
Once, I thought I had everything that filled my heart, happiness that overflowed, and a life that felt complete. But life is unpredictable. In a single moment, everything can change. In the blink of an eye, I was left standing in the ruins of my world, surrounded by sorrow and agony.
The pain didn't just fade with time; it grew roots, embedding itself in every corner of my being. Every memory of him felt like a dagger-sharp, cold, and merciless. The unanswered questions echoed in my mind: Why him? Why us? Why now? The restlessness kept me awake at night, and the silence of those long, sleepless hours was deafening. Anxiety gripped me, leaving me powerless, and depression wrapped its cold arms around me, whispering that I was alone.
There were days when I thought I couldn't go on. Days when the weight of it all felt too much to bear. But through the darkness, I realized something I was still here.
Perhaps God had a different plan for me. Perhaps He was reshaping me, forging me into something stronger, even if it felt like I was breaking apart.
This is the story of a girl who lost everything.
A girl who stood in the eye of the storm, battered by the winds of grief, but refused to crumble.
I am Noor.
I am the light that flickers but refuses to go out.
Even when the world feels dark, I will find a way to shine.
Author's note
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