In the Depth of the Heart - Chapter 43: Chapter 43
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Zuhra – Midnight, At Home
It was late Sunday night. The house had fallen silent. Everyone was asleep.
But Zuhra couldn’t find sleep. She sat in her room, staring at her open diary.
She held the autograph she gave to her female fans earlier that day, pressing it to her chest — as if clinging to an answer she never received.
Then she turned to a fresh page and began to write:
> “I have two dreams:
One – to make my father proud.
Two – to live by the poetry in my soul.
But now... I fear one will have to die for the other to live.”
She wiped her tears and picked up her phone. She logged into the SoulMic website.
A message popped up: “Today is the last day to register. Deadline: 11:59PM.”
Her fingers trembled.
She filled in her name, email, entry title.
From her gallery, she chose a spoken word piece she wrote back when she qualified for Voice of Tomorrow. Her heart pounded.
But just before she pressed Submit, she stopped.
A voice returned to her mind:
> “You’re a doctor in my eyes.”
Then her father’s proud smile surfaced, and the words:
> “You’ve become someone to be proud of.”
Zuhra closed her eyes.
She didn’t submit.
She hit back, and closed the website completely.
> “I can’t hurt them…” she whispered in a voiceless sob.
She turned off her phone. Laid her head on the pillow.
But her heart — like a song that can’t be silenced — kept playing its hidden tune.
Kamal – Munir’s Room, Same Night
Kamal lay awake, his eyes wide open.
His soul, like rainfall, restless and full.
He looked at his own diary and wrote:
> “If life walks on two legs — heart and purpose —
What happens when the heart pulls one way, and life another?”
“Zuhra… I still hear you, even when your voice is gone.”
Munir walked in with a bottle of cold water and a weak smile.
> “Man, Kamal. This kind of love won’t let a man rest.
Give your heart a break.”
Kamal sighed:
> “Hearts don’t rest when they lose.
It’s like watching your dream pass you by —
And knowing you can’t even reach out.”
Zuhra – At Dawn
The next morning, Zuhra woke up with puffy eyes.
She stared at her diary and softly whispered:
> “I didn’t enter the competition.
But my heart… it’s still competing with his.”
It was late Sunday night. The house had fallen silent. Everyone was asleep.
But Zuhra couldn’t find sleep. She sat in her room, staring at her open diary.
She held the autograph she gave to her female fans earlier that day, pressing it to her chest — as if clinging to an answer she never received.
Then she turned to a fresh page and began to write:
> “I have two dreams:
One – to make my father proud.
Two – to live by the poetry in my soul.
But now... I fear one will have to die for the other to live.”
She wiped her tears and picked up her phone. She logged into the SoulMic website.
A message popped up: “Today is the last day to register. Deadline: 11:59PM.”
Her fingers trembled.
She filled in her name, email, entry title.
From her gallery, she chose a spoken word piece she wrote back when she qualified for Voice of Tomorrow. Her heart pounded.
But just before she pressed Submit, she stopped.
A voice returned to her mind:
> “You’re a doctor in my eyes.”
Then her father’s proud smile surfaced, and the words:
> “You’ve become someone to be proud of.”
Zuhra closed her eyes.
She didn’t submit.
She hit back, and closed the website completely.
> “I can’t hurt them…” she whispered in a voiceless sob.
She turned off her phone. Laid her head on the pillow.
But her heart — like a song that can’t be silenced — kept playing its hidden tune.
Kamal – Munir’s Room, Same Night
Kamal lay awake, his eyes wide open.
His soul, like rainfall, restless and full.
He looked at his own diary and wrote:
> “If life walks on two legs — heart and purpose —
What happens when the heart pulls one way, and life another?”
“Zuhra… I still hear you, even when your voice is gone.”
Munir walked in with a bottle of cold water and a weak smile.
> “Man, Kamal. This kind of love won’t let a man rest.
Give your heart a break.”
Kamal sighed:
> “Hearts don’t rest when they lose.
It’s like watching your dream pass you by —
And knowing you can’t even reach out.”
Zuhra – At Dawn
The next morning, Zuhra woke up with puffy eyes.
She stared at her diary and softly whispered:
> “I didn’t enter the competition.
But my heart… it’s still competing with his.”
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