Hazrat Usman
A lover of technology and Books
No bell rang No teacher stood But every corner Had a lesson The street Didn’t teach me math But I learned What hunger multiplies
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
They asked Why I don’t talk anymore Why my mouth Feels like a locked room I smiled Like silence Was a choice Not a scream with no voice
I stood in front of it Not to fix my hair Not to smile But to ask who I was The mirror stared Like it always had Cold Quiet Cruel
I held it like a last breath a moment frozen before everything shattered The photo curled as flames whispered secrets I never knew a face half gone, a truth half shown
Silence lay heavy across the northern scar. No birds. No wind. Only white ash falling like snow. Aya stood at the edge of a crater deeper than memory. A graveyard, not of bodies, but of forgotten machines.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Fiction
A howl split the tunnel like a curse thrown across time. Not animal. Not human. Something entirely in between. It echoed as if pain itself had learned how to speak. Aya didn't look back, because she couldn’t afford to.
It didn't thunder. It didn’t scream. It fell quietly, like it knew I needed soft. The windows held stories in their fog. Little rivers raced down like secrets let go.
The air was thick with smoke, Aya coughed as her vision returned in flashes— Zair was kneeling beside her, his face pale but alive, Blood streaked down his shoulder like war paint from a forgotten battle.
She didn’t knock when entering hearts. She didn’t wait for anyone’s praise. She didn’t cry when she was hurting. She simply smiled, and kept going.
Zair stood frozen, eyes locked on Aya’s pale face. Her breathing was shallow. The wires wrapped around her head pulsed slowly blue, then red. The machine had accepted her. But would it give her back?
No plaque no cross No record no name A child was here A soldier was too They whispered to the wind The world looked away
Stone cracked by time No date no voice Boot prints long erased Grass sways over bones Each morning brings light
