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One Glance, One Silence... And a Lifetime Changed
One Glance, One Silence... And a Lifetime Changed By{Muhammad Faizan} Part 1: The Gallery of Firsts Karachi’s Arts Council was unusually alive that afternoon. The walls of the old building had been painted with fresh hues, not just of color but of culture. A Turkish-Pakistani art exhibition was underway, showcasing talent from both countries. Artists, critics, and curious hearts filled the halls. Among them stood Noor, quiet and unnoticed, like a whisper in a room full of noise.
By Muhammad Faizanabout a year ago in Humans
Bobby Jenks Cause of Death: What Happened to the White Sox World Series Hero?
Bobby Jenks, the hard-throwing closer who helped clinch the 2005 World Series title for the Chicago White Sox, tragically passed away on July 4, 2025, at the age of 44. He died in Sintra, Portugal, after a brave fight against stage 4 adenocarcinoma, a form of stomach cancer. His death comes as a shock to many, even though he had been open about his health struggles earlier this year.
By Bevy Osuosabout a year ago in Humans
I Named My Loneliness After You
You left on a Tuesday. I remember because it rained, and the coffee I made that morning went cold sitting untouched on the windowsill. You left quietly—no screaming, no door slamming, no final hug. Just a half-empty closet and a silence that didn’t know how to leave with you.
By Abuzar khanabout a year ago in Humans
I Keep Dreaming About Him Like He’s Still Here
Some nights, I wake up drenched in sweat, his name stuck on my tongue like a secret I wasn’t supposed to say out loud. Other nights, I wake up smiling, convinced for a fleeting moment that he’s downstairs, making coffee like nothing ever happened. But he’s not. He’s gone. And still, I keep dreaming about him like he’s still here. I never believed in signs, or dreams with deeper meanings. I used to laugh at the idea that people we’ve lost “visit” us in sleep. But now? Now I’m the one waking up at 3:17 a.m., heart pounding, tears in my eyes, whispering his name into the dark. The truth is, sleep has become the only place where I can touch him again. --- A Familiar Stranger In the dream, he’s always the same — alive. Whole. Unchanged. Wearing that worn-out hoodie he refused to throw away. That crooked smile I used to tease him about. The laugh that came from his chest, not just his mouth. He talks like nothing’s different. Sometimes, we walk along a beach that doesn’t exist. Other times, we’re in our old apartment, watching some dumb comedy he loved. And always, always, he looks me in the eyes like he knows. Like he’s aware that I’m only borrowing him for a few more minutes. And I never want to wake up. But I always do. --- Waking Up Is the Hardest Part Grief doesn’t just follow you through the day — it haunts your sleep. There’s a cruel comfort in those dreams. Because for those brief moments, everything is okay again. He’s not gone. I’m not broken. But the second I open my eyes, reality crashes back like a wave, and I lose him all over again. It’s a fresh kind of pain. Like tearing open the same wound each morning and pretending it doesn’t still bleed. Some mornings, I can’t get out of bed. Not because I’m lazy, or tired, or weak — but because the silence in the house feels louder after I’ve just heard his voice again. --- What Do the Dreams Mean? I’ve tried to figure it out. Googled every possible explanation. > “It’s unresolved emotions.” “He’s visiting you.” “Your subconscious is processing the trauma.” “It’s normal. It’ll fade in time.” But it hasn’t. Not for me. The truth is, I don’t know what the dreams mean. And maybe I don’t want to know. Maybe they don’t have to mean anything. Maybe they’re just the only way my heart can survive the absence my mind still doesn’t fully accept. --- Everyone Else Has Moved On Grief makes you invisible after a while. At first, people check in. They send flowers. They say, “I’m here for you,” and maybe they mean it. But life moves on. People move on. Except me. Because I’m still stuck somewhere between goodbye and wake up. Between the memories I can’t touch and the dreams I don’t want to leave. And every time I say his name, I feel like I’m breaking some kind of unspoken rule: You’re not supposed to still be talking about him. But how can I stop talking about someone who still shows up in my dreams like he never left? --- If You’re Dreaming of Someone Too If you’re reading this and you’ve been there — waking up crying, or smiling, or holding your breath because they were just here — I want you to know something: You’re not crazy. You’re not broken. And you’re definitely not alone. Sometimes, our souls just aren’t ready to let go. Sometimes the heart needs to visit what the world says is gone. Let it. Don’t rush to forget. Don’t feel guilty for remembering. Let the dreams come, if they come. And when they do, greet them like the gift they are — a quiet, painful, beautiful reminder that love doesn’t just vanish. --- He Lives Where I Sleep I don’t know if the dreams will ever stop. A part of me hopes they won’t. Because in that quiet place, between dusk and dawn, I get to see him again. I get to laugh with him. I get to say all the things I never got to say when time ran out. And maybe that’s enough. Or maybe it will be, someday. For now, I’ll close my eyes each night with hope and fear — hope that I’ll see him again, and fear of waking up to the silence that always follows. Because I keep dreaming about him like he’s still here. And maybe… in some way, he still is.
By Azmat Roman ✨about a year ago in Humans
The Last Thing He Said Was “Be Right Back
I remember it like it was yesterday, even though it’s been three years. He stood at the door, keys dangling from his fingers, grinning like he always did when he was about to grab snacks from the corner store. "Be right back," he said casually, as if those three words weren’t about to echo in my mind for the rest of my life. He never came back. It’s funny how you never know when the last time is really the last. There's no grand announcement. No closing credits. No theme music swelling as the scene fades out. Just an unfinished sentence, a promise left hanging in the air. I wish I could tell you it was a dramatic departure — a stormy night, a slammed door, a final argument. But it wasn’t. It was a sunny afternoon. We had just been laughing about something dumb we saw online. He kissed my forehead, grabbed his wallet, and told me he’d be back in ten minutes. He never even made it to the store. A drunk driver ran a red light. That was it. The Weight of Ordinary Words We don’t often realize the weight of the mundane until it becomes sacred. “Be right back” is something we say without thinking. A filler phrase. A casual goodbye with a built-in return. It’s not supposed to be final. That’s the point of saying it — it denies finality. But grief doesn’t care about semantics. It comes anyway, barreling in like a hurricane through a cracked window. I replay that moment more often than I’d like to admit. Did he say it with a smile? Did he pause? Did he hesitate for a second longer than usual? These are the questions that keep me up at night. The Lie That Comforts and Hurts For a while, I lived in denial. He said he’d be right back. So maybe he would be. Maybe he was just hurt, not gone. Maybe the hospital made a mistake. Maybe someone will call and say it was all a misunderstanding. But that call never came. It’s strange how your brain clings to the exact thing that causes your pain. “Be right back” became a kind of lullaby and a knife at the same time. I’d whisper it to myself when I couldn’t sleep, like he was just on his way home and I needed to stay awake to let him in. I never wanted to stop believing it. Grief Is the Companion You Never Asked For Everyone wants you to heal on a schedule. They want you to stop bringing him up. They want the tears to dry and the memories to fade into quiet nostalgia. But grief isn’t linear. It’s not polite or predictable. Some days, I laugh at our old inside jokes. Other days, I cry in the cereal aisle because I see the brand of chips he used to buy. Healing isn’t about forgetting. It’s about learning how to carry the absence without letting it consume you. What I’ve Learned from His Silence He taught me a lot while he was alive, but somehow, his absence has taught me more. About time. About presence. About how every goodbye, no matter how casual, carries a weight you might not understand until it’s the last one. Now, I never let anyone walk out the door without a real goodbye. I don’t say “see you later” unless I mean it. I say “I love you” even when it feels awkward. I sit a little longer. I hug a little tighter. Because the last thing he said wasn’t I love you — it was be right back. And I would give anything to hear it again. A Message for Anyone Reading This If someone in your life is just a little too easy to take for granted — call them. If you’ve been putting off seeing someone, go. Hug your partner longer tonight. Tell your mom you love her even if she knows. The little things? They’re the big things. Trust me. And if you’ve lost someone and you’re still haunted by the last words they said — you’re not alone. Those three words gutted me. But they also remind me of how beautifully unpredictable life is. That every single moment is fragile. And that love, even in its briefest forms, matters more than we ever give it credit for. So the next time someone says “be right back,” smile. Let them go with love. And never assume there’s always going to be a next time. Because sometimes, be right back is the last line in your shared story.
By Azmat Roman ✨about a year ago in Humans
Aries Woman and Gemini Man Compatibility Score. AI-Generated.
When the daring Aries woman pairs up with the lively Gemini man, sparks are inevitable. This is a relationship full of passion, intellect, and endless surprises. Aries, a fire sign, craves action, adventure, and intensity. Gemini, an air sign, is curious, talkative, and always in motion mentally and socially. Together, they create a dynamic duo that can take on the world—if they learn how to balance their distinct energies.
By Inspire and Funabout a year ago in Humans
