The silence Muzammil chooses to wear is not one of passivity but of calculated endurance. It is the only weapon he has left, the only shield he can wield against a world that seeks to break him. Each insult, each accusation is met with quiet resistance, a defiance that goes unnoticed by those around him. His heart aches with the need to cry out, to demand justice, but he remains silent, for he knows that in a world as unjust as his, even his voice would be swallowed by the tide of cruelty. His silence is both his shield and his prison, a paradox that gnaws at him, threatening to consume him from within.
And yet, even as the relentless torrent of his aunt’s accusations threatens to drown him, Muzammil clings to that flickering ember of hope, however fragile it may be. In the quiet corners of his mind, he allows himself to imagine a future where he is no longer at the mercy of those who seek to destroy him. He dreams of a world where his worth is not measured by the labor he performs or the lies that others tell about him, but by something deeper, something intrinsic. He dreams of a life where he is free to live, to love, to pursue the dreams that have been so cruelly stolen from him. This dream, though distant and nearly forgotten, is the thread that ties him to a future that is yet unwritten.
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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...
