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farshad

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Beneath an old wall, scented with earth and memory, the hydrangea has emerged a flower with petals like the ruffled skirts of childhood, painted in the pink of kindness and ancient rains. It does not bloom with a shout, but with silence quiet, unassuming, yet magnificent. As if all the tenderness of nature had gathered within it. Each cluster of blossoms is a mass of emotion the kind that cannot be spoken, only seen, only felt. Hydrangea is the child of kind soil and gentle sun. Born of balance; it does not long for harsh heat nor does it crave biting cold. All it needs is a hand to water it, a gaze to love it, and a heart that understands its presence. Perhaps that is why, when it grows beside a weathered, dust-stained wall, it gently reminds us: Beauty needs no stage. It only needs to be in silence, in grace.
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It came… the moment to say goodbye. Have you ever experienced a farewell? The kind that arrives in silence, yet leaves a weight that lingers in your heart for a long time? Are all goodbyes bitter? Not necessarily… As the years pass, we face more seasons of farewell. Some come with tears, some with quiet smiles, but many of them carry growth, maturity… even love. Sometimes, we need to say goodbye, to someone, to a place, or even to an old version of ourselves, so we can find who we truly are once again. So a path can open to a new beginning, a breath of fresh light. A goodbye isn’t always an ending… Sometimes, it’s just a pause. A meaningful distance, to return, not as we were, but with new light in our hearts and a deeper way of seeing life. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes, With open wings, ready for a boundless flight.
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I spend a lot of time in solitude. The purity I find in those precious moments of being with myself is something I’ve never found anywhere else. Sometimes I lie on the grass beneath the shade of the trees, gazing up at the sky. On other days, I walk along the rice fields,and maybe it sounds funny, but I listen to the frogs. Sometimes, I talk to myself—not with words, but with thoughts that pass through my mind like a gentle breeze. In those moments, it feels like everything gains meaning in the silence. Within this solitude, there’s no sadness, no noise… only a quiet kind of peace that can’t be found anywhere else. And in these simple moments, I find myself—again and again. Sometimes I think solitude is a gift life gives us, to help us reconcile with ourselves. Not to distance us from others, but to bring us closer to that inner voice that often gets lost in the world’s noise. In this stillness, even the simplest things begin to hold meaning. Everything is calm… and yet within that silence, a whole world of feeling and unspoken words flows through. And maybe it’s in moments like these,effortless and quiet,that we truly return to ourselves… Softly, humbly, just like nature itself.
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Today, I want to write about pain… The kind of pain we all carry in our hearts. Some of it, those around us can sense- maybe in a glance, maybe in our silence… But much of it stays hidden inside us for a lifetime, quiet, unspoken and without a name. It settles somewhere deep in the corners of our hearts. And only God knows how many nights we fall asleep with that same pain, and wake up with it again. Sometimes, these wounds don’t want to be forgotten. They’ve become a part of us- apart that has made us deeper, more human, maybe even more compassionate. And so, we’ve only learned to live with them, not to erase them. The pain of war, the pain of losing loved ones, the pain of enduring injustice. After a long time, when we finally look into the mirror carefully. We no longer see the person we used to be. Maybe we don’t even recognize ourselves anymore. Many of us break under the weight of these silent burdens, And only we can hear the sound of our bones shattering. It’s a kind of pain that has no remedy. And in the end, we are left with these pains that move with us like shadows- silent, constant. We no longer have the hope to speak them aloud, Nor the chance to let them go. We’ve simply learned to breathe with them, carrying a weight that no one else can see. As if some of us were given a share of life that is made only of endurance, the endurance of silence that, at times, is louder than any scream.
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I was thinking about war and the aftermath it always leaves behind… The fears, the losses, The sound of explosions that, even after they stop, continue echoing inside. Eyes that no longer smile the way they used to, Hands that hold their loved ones only in memories ,not in reality. War doesn’t just wound bodies; it quietly wears down the soul. And sometimes, the silence after war is even heavier than the war itself. Now that a ceasefire has apparently been declared in my country, my friends in Ukraine are still trapped in this never-ending nightmare. The sirens still scream, the sky is still not safe, and there are still children growing up with the sound of fear instead of lullabies. My heart is with them — with the mothers waiting at the door, with the fathers trying to hide their fear, and with all those who wake up each day and keep going, despite the pain. War may end for a country, but within human hearts, it continues as long as the wounds remain unhealed. And so, this prayer rises from deep within me: May the day come when no one hears the sound of war again, and may we all breathe in true peace with a calm heart and a quiet, open sky.
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