By : Aliaa Fathy
There are moments when the body feels like a cage, heavy and uncooperative, refusing even the simplest commands.
Illness doesn’t just weaken the muscles, it seeps into the mind, wrapping it in a quiet fog of exhaustion and doubt.
You watch life continue outside your window, unchanged, while you remain still, trapped between pain and patience.
Impotence grows in the silence, in the spaces where strength once lived.
Even time feels different, slower, heavier, as if every second carries the weight of your struggle.
Yet somewhere beneath the fatigue, there is a fragile spark, a quiet hope that this is not the end of your story, just a difficult chapter you are learning to survive.
