The Silent Voice

One day, you draw the line and mean it. You stop letting the same people disrupt your peace, no matter who they are. That decision feels heavy at first, but it's freedom disguised as self-respect. Protecting your energy is how you honor your evolution.

🌿 Sometime back, I had a moment I’m not proud of.

I never felt so weak before when due to someone else’s words , I lost my temper. I was so enraged so as to give them a taste of their own words, only for me to be ashamed as soon as the words left my mouth, the words from surah Al Imran echoing in my mind...

وَالْكَاظِمِينَ الْغَيْظَ

وَالْعَافِينَ عَنِ النَّاسِ

Where Allah calls you

Muttaqeen- Those who swallow their anger…

Those who forgive people…

Those whom Allah calls Muttaqeen — the people of taqwa.

We all feel anger when we’re treated unfairly. It’s human. But the real test is this: Who controls our emotions — us, or the people who hurt us?

The Prophet ﷺ reminded us that true strength isn’t in overpowering others:

لَيْسَ الشَّدِيدُ بِالضُّرَعَةِ the Shadid

is not someone who can throw everyone else down, who can wrestle everyone else.

The Shadid

إِنَّمَا الشَّدِيدُ الَّذِي يَمْلِكُ نَفْسَهُ عِنْدَ الغَضَب

is the one who can control himself when he is angry

Because when you are strong, it's very easy to throw everyone else down. It's very easy to show your power. It is even easier to hurt others with your words.... To put them in their place, to throw a jab exactly where it hurts...

That makes us such weak and fragile creatures. Instead choose to be the strong one by swallowing you our anger.

Real strength is swallowing the fire before it burns someone else.

Real strength is choosing silence over ego.

Real strength is walking away with dignity instead of “winning” with cruelty.

I believe I should have chosen distance that kept a smoldering flame Alive forever, over the closeness that was numb and cold, ice to my fire.

But when I think about us, about him, I realize that if he had been the one standing at that lever, and the trolley was rushing toward me, it wouldn’t have even been a dilemma for him. There would have been no trembling hand, no second thoughts, no sleepless night haunted by what he had done. He has already chosen to let me go without hesitation without even a thought.

That’s the part that stings the most—not just the loss itself, but the ease with which he chose it. Because the measure of love, of value, is found in the hesitation, in the struggle. If I had mattered, he would have wrestled with the decision. His heart would have broken at the thought of letting me go. But there was no break, no pause, no sign that I was worth saving.

And that’s how I finally saw my place in his life—not as someone irreplaceable, not as someone whose loss would tear him apart, but as someone he could quietly leave under the trolley without looking back.

when you've a thousand things to do;

Please let me glide slowly through your mind

and spend some time with you.

In that quiet moment

when you're surprised to find me there;

Just remember even with the distance between us

Remember I still hold you near in my heart.

When the night together, can't be ours,

To slip into your arms; for you to make sweet love to me.

Must I climb the highest cliff; swim along the ocean floor

Crawl over broken glass - would you demand that I do more?

Could you take me as I am, with my issues and my flaws

Pull me to your chest without a hesitation or a pause?

Slide your hungry tongue between my parted lips.

Run your anxious fingers along my quivering hips.

Wrap me in your passion, expose your every need.

Press your steamy lips to mine, every secret freed.

Sprinkle your tears across my cheek, confess every desire

Moan my name, call me yours, and set my soul on fire.

Need me more with every breath that slips into your chest,

Please me nightly, miss me daily, never compare me with the rest.

Grip my wrists; look in my eyes, and say the words I long to hear

Kiss me roughly, and weep my name, forever hold me dear.

Do I ask for wishes that could never quite come true?

The pulling and tugging torturing me

While you twist and turn in your sleep thousands of miles away....

While the sun spills in through your window,

I am still curled in the dark ,