Raindrops were dancing on the wind and falling into the embrace of the earth. The fresh buds were smiling on the lush trees, and delicate drops of dew were shimmering on the blooming flowers. It felt as if nature had adorned every branch of tree with a beautiful crown of flowers, and the entire atmosphere was silently bearing witness to this beauty.
The birds were humming in their own languages. They spread their wings and flew in a flock across the vastness of the sky, laughing, playing, and smiling like little children, mischievous. Sometimes they would hide in the branches of trees, as if playing hide-and-seek with each other. The soft, sweet, and cool rays of the sun were spreading, testifying that morning had descended on the earth in its entire splendor.
I saw a girl who was standing in front of the mirror. Her hair was disheveled. Her breathing slowed. The room was quiet; there was a storm in her head. She grabbed the expensive perfume bottle of the famous brand "Louis Vuitton" and hit it into the glass. The glass shattered into pieces. In each broken piece, she saw a different version of herself—a girl with a colorless life, a girl who is screaming, and a girl who lost herself.
The moisture from his tears had cast such a haze over his eyes that everything seemed dull and colorless. She picked up one sharp piece of glass and tried to recognize herself. Tears were flowing from her eyes like rain falling from the sorrowful clouds. For a moment she closed her eyes. She was drowning… lost and vanished… as if the depths of a merciless storm had swallowed her She felt as if she had sunk into the depths of the Pacific Ocean, where darkness loomed over her and the black water was leaving its heavy imprint on her heart and soul.
Darkness everywhere… darkness of the soul, darkness of the sea, darkness of the heart, darkness of silence, darkness of annihilation was swallowing her, pressing her down, until she could not feel where her existence ended and the black layer again. She said, O Lord! Oh, my beautiful Lord!! O beloved of hearts!!! She believes that this is the only voice that can save her. She said in her heart, "Oh Lord! I am not Prophet Ibrahim. This burning fire inside is consuming me, destroying me. My Compassionate Lord! I am not Prophet Noah, who would have fought the storms. My Lord! I am not Prophet Yusuf, who could find the light of patience in the darkness of the well. Ya Rabbi! She is feeling like she was knocking on Allah’s door… Ya Rabbi…. I am not Prophet Yunas; I cannot bear this suffocation. My merciful Lord! You have countless servants, but for me, there is no one but you... Help me…
Suddenly, she felt as if a gentle light were reaching through the dense darkness, softly pulling her toward the world outside. She felt as if she had become a shining star in the night. A whisper of hope… A Strange Peace… Her hands were trembling, but alive. The waves that once dragged her down now felt still. Hina… Hina… She blinked. The smell of paint spread through the room like a gentle mist. Hina delicately lifted her brush and let the golden light rising from the sky flow onto the canvas. Her friend entered the room.
"What is this, Hina?"
For the first time, it felt as if her once colorless life had caught a spark of light. The colors on the canvas shimmered quietly, mirroring the silent joy awakening inside her. She Paused, letting it all sink in, and then stepped toward the world outside... carrying with her a newfound calm, a light she had never known before. She smiled and wiped her hands with a paint-stained handkerchief.
Don’t judge something until you know what it carries inside.
