Hazrat Usman Usman

Joined June 2025

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Hazrat Usman

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Borrowed Days
Each morning I wake like a thief. Another day in my hands one I thought might not come. I walk quietly through borrowed time. Wearing the weight of all the yesterdays that almost took me.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
The Light They Took
They didn’t break me with fists or fire. They did it with absence. With silence that echoed through every room I stood in. They once held my light in their hands. I gave it without fear. That was my mistake.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
When They Stopped Asking
At first they asked how I was. I smiled, said “fine.” They believed it. Or they wanted to. So they stopped asking. Then came the days where I said nothing. Just nodded. Just passed by.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
Lost Under Their Smiles
They all smiled and walked by. Not one paused to ask if I was breaking. Maybe I got good at pretending. Maybe they just liked the mask.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
 Nameless Graves
They lie beneath the soil no name, no stone, no dates to mark when they began or when they ended. Just dirt, just time, just absence.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
 The Apologies I Never Heard
They never said they were wrong. Not once. Even when their silence cut deeper than anything they spoke aloud. Even when I stood in the middle of the storm they made alone, drenched, and forgotten.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
 The Silence I Live With
It’s not that they shouted when they left. It’s that they didn’t. No warning. No explanation. No sorry. Just quiet. Heavy, dense, suffocating silence.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
 When I Wasn't Enough, I Still Stayed
I gave everything and more to people who only wanted pieces. I stayed long after they stopped looking at me like I mattered.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
 The Day I Stopped Expecting Answers
I used to ask why. All the time. Every night. In whispers and in thought. Why did they leave? Why didn’t they see me? Why didn’t I speak up when it mattered most?
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
 People Leave Like Seasons Do
I didn’t know that silence could speak louder than doors slamming. I didn’t know that absence could feel heavier than anger.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
Grew Up Before I Learned to Breathe
I was eight when I learned how to stay quiet even when it hurt. Ten when I stopped asking for someone to check if I’d eaten.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
Elaine in the Ashes of Lahaina
She picks up one It trembles Then tumbles to the floor Crack. Shards of porcelain bounce across the cold tiles like broken memories. She doesn’t bend to collect them. She simply places the other cup Elaine’s favorite on the tray and walks barefoot toward the open door. Her eyes follow the lines of sunlight creeping through the blinds.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Fiction