You laugh at them. You point your finger and call them a fool. Their silence amuses you, their gentleness becomes your joke, and the crowd joins your laughter as if kindness were weakness. It feels enjoyable today, sweet on your tongue like careless victory. Their patience becomes your stage, their humility your entertainment. But time is a quiet witness. It watches without speaking, It writes its lessons slowly in the turning pages of life. A day will come When laughter turns into tears. The echoes of your mockery will return to your own ears like thunder across an empty sky. Situations will arise without warning, storms without hands to beat you Yet heavy enough to break your pride. Pain will arrive quietly, And you will feel the trembling of a heart that once laughed too loudly. And that fool, that funny person you once mocked, may stand in the distance, not laughing, but witnessing your tears, your shaking voice, Your falling ego. For life has a patient way of bending the tallest p...
They named her their daughter-in-law. before she learned her own name. Marriage found her young, not as a choice, but as a destination already decided. Her hands were trained before her mind was asked. Sweep. Cook. Obey. Fetch water before sunrise, carry firewood before thought. This is the alphabet she was taught. Village dust settled into her thoughts, not because she lacked vision, but because no one let her look past the hills. Days repeat like commands— live, work, sleep, repeat— a body moving on borrowed instructions. She lives under rules that never asked her consent. Love is a duty. Silence is respect. Endurance is praised as strength. She moves like a machine that never learned it could choose its direction. The city is a rumor. Education, a foreign language. Opportunity, a story told to other women, in other words, with better luck at birth. And yet— this is the cruelest part— No one knows what she could have been. No one tested her mind. No one stretched her curiosity. No on...