By: Ameer Ali
In a vast, endless desert, there stood a single figure—me.
No shadows followed, no echoes replied. The sand whispered of forgotten travelers, but I alone remained. My footprints trailed behind, quickly swallowed by the shifting wind, as if the world itself refused to remember.
The sun rose and fell, not for a crowd, not for a nation, but only for me. The stars gathered each night, not as guides to a caravan, but as silent witnesses to my solitude.
In this emptiness, I learned a truth: I am both the wanderer and the destination. The world shrinks and expands according to my breath. I am the question, and I am the answer.
And though no one else walks here, I carry a universe inside—no one but me.
