Unspoken words never die. they are spoken in pain, through the tears flowing with the rain. Hidden in the unspoken scars, Known only above the seven skies. In the eyes that speak in silence, In the graveyard of the dead. In the deep realization Of past mistakes, In the endurance of oppression, accepted as fate. In the patience etched into your bones and blood, In the burning of your flesh for a loved one’s smile, While they are the ones carrying the fire. Burning and burning, then burning Some more, until you don't remain YOU anymore...
This is both beautiful and painful, Asma! Unspoken words are indeed the ones that hurt the most—the ones that choke in your throat, breaking your heart before they’re ever voiced. They are the truths you can’t share, the pain you can’t put into words. You let them slip into the night, confiding in the moon that listens without judgment and the rain that carries your sorrow in its drops. They remain unheard by the world, yet understood by the silence that surrounds you.
Subhannallahu, this is such a haunting and beautiful poem. The last line left a mark Allahummah barik.