Hazrat Usman Usman

Joined June 2025

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Hazrat Usman

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Love Like Fire
Love is fire not gentle, not quiet, but wild and fierce, burning through the cold nights. It’s the spark in your chest, the heat in your hands, the voice that shakes you awake, calling you home.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
Echoes in the Glass Room
I can’t tell anymore if the pain started yesterday… or years ago. It’s not sharp. It’s not loud. It’s just there—a dull weight pressing down on everything I think, everything I try to feel.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Fiction
It Comes Once
“Don’t let the pain of the past the worries of tomorrow take away the joy you have today.” It comes once. Not twice. Not again.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
They Never Saw Her Coming
They didn’t notice her in the classroom. Quiet girl. Second row. Eyes down. She wasn’t loud. Didn’t raise her hand every time. Didn’t dress to be seen. Didn’t laugh like she owned the room.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
My Mother Lived in Quiet Thing
She didn’t need a stage to be seen. She lived in quiet things— the hum of the kettle, the soft folding of clothes, the way her fingers brushed hair from my face when I pretended to sleep.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
I Didn’t Miss You Today
I woke up and your name didn’t echo in my first breath. I made coffee without thinking about how you liked yours. I passed our old bench— you know the one— and felt nothing. Not even a flicker.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
He Promised Forever, Then Left
He found me when I wasn’t looking. A quiet smile, a soft voice that wrapped around my loneliness like sunlight on a cold wall.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
The Day I Couldn't Cry
Tears never came. Not when the door slammed, not when the silence settled like dust on my skin. I sat at the edge of everything— my breath a weight, my thoughts too loud to carry.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
The Silence Between Us
We used to speak with eyes, not words. Laughter echoed in spaces where language was too small to hold what we felt. But now, the silence between us is heavier than sound.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
The Moon Remembers
She waits by the window each night— not for a lover, but for the moon. The only one who’s never lied to her. Soft glow on her skin, silver fingers through her hair, a hush where pain once screamed.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
The Girl Who Danced with Shadows
They said she was born on a night when the moon hid behind a veil of mist. A quiet child, eyes full of questions, feet that moved like wind through tall grass, never still, never tame.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
Empty Chair at the Dinner Table
The table was set just like it always had been — six plates, six forks, six glasses filled halfway. The smell of baked chicken and rosemary potatoes lingered in the warm air. But even with the familiar comfort of a home-cooked meal, the room felt colder than usual.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Families