In the Depth of the Heart - Chapter 23: Chapter 23
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– CHAPTER 23
After the Poetry Showcase – Auditorium, Night
The room was still echoing with excitement. The audience was full of praise for Kamal’s artistry – the way he gave voice to the silent depths of the heart.
But for Zuhra, it wasn’t just poetry – it felt like a door had quietly opened inside her.
She closed her eyes briefly, then opened them slowly, her gaze landing on Kamal. Their eyes met – filled with surprise, and a fragile understanding.
She stood up gently and walked toward where he stood quietly by the side of the stage.
Zuhra (softly, her voice trembling with emotion):
“Kamal… was it you who sent me those verses?”
Kamal gave a slight smile – not just of joy, but of the weight of truth.
He inhaled lightly before replying with calm sincerity:
Kamal:
“Yes… it was me. I knew you might not understand right away. But I couldn’t bear to let you feel alone.”
Zuhra paused for a moment, staring at his face.
Her eyes softened; her voice quieted:
Zuhra:
“Those words… they carry a kind of power. It feels like they came from the very part of my soul that needed to be touched.”
She moved a little closer. He watched her with quiet attention.
Kamal:
“Zuhra… I didn’t reach out to trouble you.
But if you would allow it, I’d like to be there – in silence, in conversation, in song… just to listen.”
Zuhra released a warm, deep breath – followed by a faint, thoughtful smile.
Before she could reply, the crowd inside the hall erupted in applause – cheering their names.
Host (with laughter and cheer):
“Here they are – the two voices of the night, Zuhra and Kamal! We hope your words keep lighting our lives!”
The crowd clapped and cheered loudly.
Zuhra looked at Kamal. He looked back at her.
They smiled – a smile of understanding, of connection, of something new beginning… something that needed no words.
In her heart, Zuhra began to believe one thing:
Sometimes, nameless words carry the strength to reach where courage cannot.
In his soul, Kamal felt something deeper than desire:
It was her song that drew him close – but it was her voice and her heart that made him want to stay.
That night…
washed away a hidden corner of what lay .
After the Poetry Showcase – Auditorium, Night
The room was still echoing with excitement. The audience was full of praise for Kamal’s artistry – the way he gave voice to the silent depths of the heart.
But for Zuhra, it wasn’t just poetry – it felt like a door had quietly opened inside her.
She closed her eyes briefly, then opened them slowly, her gaze landing on Kamal. Their eyes met – filled with surprise, and a fragile understanding.
She stood up gently and walked toward where he stood quietly by the side of the stage.
Zuhra (softly, her voice trembling with emotion):
“Kamal… was it you who sent me those verses?”
Kamal gave a slight smile – not just of joy, but of the weight of truth.
He inhaled lightly before replying with calm sincerity:
Kamal:
“Yes… it was me. I knew you might not understand right away. But I couldn’t bear to let you feel alone.”
Zuhra paused for a moment, staring at his face.
Her eyes softened; her voice quieted:
Zuhra:
“Those words… they carry a kind of power. It feels like they came from the very part of my soul that needed to be touched.”
She moved a little closer. He watched her with quiet attention.
Kamal:
“Zuhra… I didn’t reach out to trouble you.
But if you would allow it, I’d like to be there – in silence, in conversation, in song… just to listen.”
Zuhra released a warm, deep breath – followed by a faint, thoughtful smile.
Before she could reply, the crowd inside the hall erupted in applause – cheering their names.
Host (with laughter and cheer):
“Here they are – the two voices of the night, Zuhra and Kamal! We hope your words keep lighting our lives!”
The crowd clapped and cheered loudly.
Zuhra looked at Kamal. He looked back at her.
They smiled – a smile of understanding, of connection, of something new beginning… something that needed no words.
In her heart, Zuhra began to believe one thing:
Sometimes, nameless words carry the strength to reach where courage cannot.
In his soul, Kamal felt something deeper than desire:
It was her song that drew him close – but it was her voice and her heart that made him want to stay.
That night…
washed away a hidden corner of what lay .
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