InkDrenchedSoul
Khawala Tahir had always been surrounded by people, by noise, by the weight of expectations-yet somehow, she remained on the outside, as if life had locked her behind a door no one noticed.
The love she longed for was never denied outright-just quietly, almost politely, given to others.She was blamed for wounds she didn't cause, punished simply for breathing too softly, for existing too gently.So she learned to live on silence,On the faint echoes of affection left behind for her in the corners.
She was never the one their arms reached for, never the name they spoke with pride.
But she never wept aloud. She loved without demand, gave without measure, and placed her trembling heart in the hands of the One who never let it fall-her Lord.
Her devotion was quiet, unwavering. Her soul so selfless it startled even her own reflection.Yet beneath the layers of resilience, there remained a tender ache-
To be seen. To be chosen.To be loved not for her strength, nor for what she could survive-but for the soft, sacred soul she truly was.
All she ever wished for was peace-
A life that didn't feel like a sentence for being different.