30/12/2025
Today, I truly understood the real meaning of mental torture.
This phase of life has brought countless heartbreaks,
but this one… this one is deeply personal.
It’s the kind of pain you carry silently,
the kind that no words can fully explain.
Some wounds don’t bleed,
yet they ache every moment.
Some injustices leave no marks,
yet they break you from within.
Ya Allah, You see what hearts carry when lips stay silent.
Heal our wounded hearts.
Grant us sabr that doesn’t shake,
strength that doesn’t fade,
and faith that holds us together when everything feels heavy.
They killed…
yet they are not answerable.
They broke us into tears.
They broke us from inside—in ways no one can see.
And now, they continue the cruelty by mentally torturing us,
by recalling incidents that shake our souls to the core.
This is not questioning.
This is mental harassment.
This is mental torture.
It feels like reopening wounds that never healed,
wounds that still feel as fresh as the first day.
It feels like burying our son, our brother, all over again—
the one we lost during the 2010 unrest killings.
How cruel must a system be
to keep dragging grieving hearts back to the grave
again and again?
This world feels unbearably insensitive—
where those who seek justice are broken repeatedly,
where power believes it can summon pain anytime,
ask anything anytime,
and expect silence in return.
But know this:
Allah sees every tear that falls in silence.
Allah hears the cries that never reach the world.
And Allah is the Best Judge.
Ya Allah, heal our hearts.
Grant us sabr, strength, and dignity.
Give us justice in this world or the next—
for in Akhirah, no uniform, no power, no authority will hide.
Ameen. 🤍
