In the Depth of the Heart - Chapter 36: Chapter 36
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After the exam results were released, Zuhra tried to return to her old routine — as if nothing had happened. But life had lost its simplicity. Every morning when she woke, the image of her father haunted her. His eyes weren’t just watching — they were asking, silently but piercingly: “Are you really the daughter I raised with so much hope?”
She often sat alone with her textbooks, reading words that no longer moved her heart. Everything that once brought her joy now felt heavy — food, family chats, even Rushna’s calls — all became distant echoes.
But there was one sound her heart couldn’t tune out: Kamal’s voice messages. The ones she never replied to. Sometimes, she’d listen in secret, her tears falling silently. She couldn’t bring herself to respond. Guilt gripped her. She blamed their love for the storm that nearly wiped her away.
Munir & Kamal – Between Advice and Desperation
Munir had been watching Kamal struggle to exist. Though Kamal tried to live normally, everything about him was dimmed — like a candle burning inside a glass jar.
Munir would sit beside him often, quietly saying:
> “One day, Kamal… you’ll be thankful for this emptiness. It’s in losing everything that we find who we are.”
But Kamal couldn’t believe that. His love for Zuhra felt etched into his blood — impossible to remove. He still wrote to her, sending soft messages soaked in longing.
> “Zuhra… if you’re reading this, please know: my heart is still yours. I don’t want anything from you — only your forgiveness.”
Munir sighed deeply. He felt his friend was trapped in a chapter that wouldn’t end. Maybe it was time, he thought, for Kamal to go on a journey — not to forget Zuhra, but to find himself.
The Letter Never Sent
That Sunday night, Zuhra sat at her desk. She picked up a pen and began writing — slowly, as though each word had to fight its way out of her chest.
> Kamal,
I don’t know why my heart races every time I hear your name.
I don’t know if I’ve truly forgotten you — or if I’ve just buried myself deep in darkness to avoid the truth.
I’ve tried to erase you from my heart, but you remain — like a stone untouched by flowing water.
I don’t know if I can forgive myself, much less you.
But I pray God gives us clarity — even if we’re not together — to understand what love really means.
Zuhra.
She stared at the letter, tears dripping onto the ink.
Then, gently, she folded it and placed it in the drawer.
She never sent it. But something inside her softened — even just a little.
She often sat alone with her textbooks, reading words that no longer moved her heart. Everything that once brought her joy now felt heavy — food, family chats, even Rushna’s calls — all became distant echoes.
But there was one sound her heart couldn’t tune out: Kamal’s voice messages. The ones she never replied to. Sometimes, she’d listen in secret, her tears falling silently. She couldn’t bring herself to respond. Guilt gripped her. She blamed their love for the storm that nearly wiped her away.
Munir & Kamal – Between Advice and Desperation
Munir had been watching Kamal struggle to exist. Though Kamal tried to live normally, everything about him was dimmed — like a candle burning inside a glass jar.
Munir would sit beside him often, quietly saying:
> “One day, Kamal… you’ll be thankful for this emptiness. It’s in losing everything that we find who we are.”
But Kamal couldn’t believe that. His love for Zuhra felt etched into his blood — impossible to remove. He still wrote to her, sending soft messages soaked in longing.
> “Zuhra… if you’re reading this, please know: my heart is still yours. I don’t want anything from you — only your forgiveness.”
Munir sighed deeply. He felt his friend was trapped in a chapter that wouldn’t end. Maybe it was time, he thought, for Kamal to go on a journey — not to forget Zuhra, but to find himself.
The Letter Never Sent
That Sunday night, Zuhra sat at her desk. She picked up a pen and began writing — slowly, as though each word had to fight its way out of her chest.
> Kamal,
I don’t know why my heart races every time I hear your name.
I don’t know if I’ve truly forgotten you — or if I’ve just buried myself deep in darkness to avoid the truth.
I’ve tried to erase you from my heart, but you remain — like a stone untouched by flowing water.
I don’t know if I can forgive myself, much less you.
But I pray God gives us clarity — even if we’re not together — to understand what love really means.
Zuhra.
She stared at the letter, tears dripping onto the ink.
Then, gently, she folded it and placed it in the drawer.
She never sent it. But something inside her softened — even just a little.
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