There is a kind of pain
that doesn’t come from being hated…
but from being misunderstood.
From being seen through suspicion
instead of truth.
And what hurts the most is not the accusation itself…
but who it came from.
Someone who once knew your قلب (heart)…
yet chose doubt over trust.
But I remembered something Allah teaches us
not every thought deserves to be believed,
and not every suspicion deserves to be spoken.
Because words… once released,
can wound deeper than silence ever could.
So I chose to step back.
Not because I didn’t feel…
but because I felt too much
to remain where I was no longer seen with truth.
I have learned that dignity is also an act of worship.
That walking away from ظلم (injustice),
even when your heart is still attached…
is a form of strength Allah loves.
And maybe…
some endings are not punishments.
Maybe they are protection.
Protection from a love
that was slowly turning into pain.
So I leave it to Allah.
The One who knows what was hidden,
what was said…
and what was never true.
And if my silence speaks for me one day…
then that will be enough.
