But with each passing day, Muzammil’s belief in that distant future grows more tenuous. The world around him seems to conspire to break him down, to make him question his worth. It is easy to lose sight of hope when every moment of your life is filled with reminders of how insignificant you are, how disposable your very existence has become. His aunt, with her unyielding cruelty, her false accusations, continues to erode the fragile defenses he has built around himself. Each new day feels like a death, each new accusation like a dagger, carving deeper into his sense of self.
Muzammil’s silence, once a shield, now feels like a burden he cannot bear. His words are trapped within him, suffocated by the fear of further punishment, the dread of being accused of yet another crime he did not commit. He endures this torment not because he is weak, but because he has no other choice. To speak would be to invite more suffering, more injustice. But to remain silent, to swallow the poison of his aunt’s words without resistance, is an agony that eats away at his very soul.
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General FictionThe story of an orphan teen boy who is snubbed by relatives and waits for his imaginary friend to take him away from these miseries. As the story evolves, problems in the boy's life increase, taking viewers on a roller coaster ride of emotions. "Ill...
