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Letters to the Universe
Letters to the Universe By [Ali Rehman] Every night, she wrote to the universe. Not to a god, nor to a person — but to that vast, invisible expanse that stretched beyond the stars. She didn’t expect answers, didn’t ask for miracles. She only wanted to be heard.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Poets
Love's True Embrace: Beyond Tears
Love isn't supposed to be like this: shedding tears while making excuses for your partner. What you need isn't just someone to make you laugh. What truly matters is someone who can silently embrace all your vulnerability when you're feeling down.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing2 months ago in Poets
“The Man Who Spoke in Rain”
The Man Who Spoke in Rain By [Ali Rehman] For as long as anyone could remember, whenever Elias felt something deeply — joy, sadness, anger, or fear — the skies above his small town would open up and rain would fall. Sometimes it was a gentle drizzle, a soft murmur of tears from the clouds. Other times, it was a wild storm that drenched everything in torrents, lightning crackling like his own fierce emotions unleashed.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Poets
“The Sky that Fell in Love with the Sea”
The Sky that Fell in Love with the Sea By [Ali Rehman] Every morning, as dawn crept slowly over the earth, the sky would awaken with a soft blush of pink and gold. It stretched endlessly, a vast canvas painted anew with every breath of the wind. Beneath it, the sea shimmered and swayed, its waves whispering songs of ancient mysteries and distant dreams.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Poets
“The River That Dreamed of Fire”
The River That Dreamed of Fire By [Ali Rehman] The river had always known one thing — reflection. It mirrored the mountains, the moon, the clouds, and the passing faces of travelers who crossed its bridges. Every ripple was a borrowed shape, every shimmer a borrowed light. It was calm, gentle, obedient to the pull of the earth. But beneath the soft song of its surface, the river felt something deeper — a longing.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Poets
“The Wind Forgot My Voice”
“The Wind Forgot My Voice” By [Ali rehman] The day my voice disappeared, the world grew unbearably quiet. It wasn’t the silence of peace — it was the silence of being unheard. I opened my mouth, and though I felt the shape of words forming, nothing came out. Not even a whisper. The doctor called it “psychogenic aphonia,” but what could medicine know of heartbreak carved from words that never reached their destination?
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Poets
Mountain
For most of my life, silence made me uncomfortable. I never liked quiet rooms. I never liked empty pauses. I never liked moments where nothing was happening. I felt like silence meant I was doing nothing. Silence meant I was wasting time. Silence meant I was alone.
By LUNA EDITH2 months ago in Poets
