By : Aliaa Fathy
The deepest kind of sorrow is the kind that passes without a sound, in silence, in isolation, in solitude, in a secluded corner unseen by anyone. Perhaps I breathe only silence in my solitude, but I live without a soul, without life, forever.
The hardest moments are when tears become your only means of communication, and even in silence, you desperately try to hold them back, only to be betrayed by every word you utter.
You retreat into complete silence, and if someone speaks to you, you are unable to respond because of the tightness in your chest, so you turn away to hide your tears. The simplest words and feelings now gnaw at your soul and affect you deeply.
You’ve lost the ability and desire to express what dwells within you, even in writing, and you try with difficulty to focus solely on work, despite the chaos in your mind and the groans of your heart, burdened with pain and longing.
