In the Depth of the Heart - Chapter 49: Chapter 49
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After SoulMic – Munir’s House – 10:30 PM
Munir stepped into Kamal’s room, carrying a bottle of water and a glass of sweetened juice. Kamal sat on the floor, his back resting against the wall. His eyes were fixed on the ground, his face worn with exhaustion and quiet rage. In front of him lay scattered sheets filled with scribbled poetry — some torn, others marked with ink smudges.
> Munir (sitting beside him):
“Bros… what you did tonight — no one else could’ve done it.
Your words moved everyone.”
Kamal gave a bitter smile.
> Kamal:
“But the one person I wanted to hear them… didn’t show up.
Whether she heard it or not — she never came forward.”
Munir placed the drink down and rested a hand on Kamal’s shoulder.
> Munir:
“Kamal, just rest now. Let it go. I’ve already started something…
Tomorrow, insha Allah, you’ll understand. I’ve taken steps.
I’ll make sure Zuhra understands everything. It’s already begun.”
Kamal raised his eyes slowly.
> Kamal:
“Munir…”
> Munir (cutting in):
“I’m with you. Always. Don’t burden yourself anymore.
This… this isn’t the end of your story.
Just rest. Tomorrow… everything begins to change.”
Kamal closed his eyes, his shoulders easing.
He leaned back into the wall, slowly releasing the weight of his thoughts.
Hospital – 11:15 PM
Zuhra stood by the corridor, taking in the quiet night air.
Her thoughts wandered: Kamal’s voice, his words, the way he had said “I’ll embrace silence as a way of honoring the end…”
Just then, Rohi peeked from one of the patient rooms, holding a clipboard.
> Rohi:
“Zuhra, did you check the patient in Room 206?”
Zuhra didn’t respond immediately. She stood motionless.
> Rohi (coming closer):
“Zuhra?”
Zuhra turned quickly.
> Zuhra:
“Y-Yeah… I’ll go now.”
She walked off, her chest tight, nerves trembling.
In Room 206, she began setting up a new IV drip.
But her hands shook.
Fawziyya — her fellow rotation partner — entered hurriedly.
> Fawziyya:
“Zuhra, let me take over. You need to sit. Too many eyes today.”
Zuhra thanked her softly and stepped aside, ashamed.
Inside, she felt like all the confidence and competence had been drained from her.
12:45 AM – Staff Lounge – Hospital
Zuhra sat near the window, watching the dark city through the glass.
A phone notification lit up.
Message from: Unknown
She opened it.
It was Kamal.
> “I am not greater than destiny —
But I want you to know:
I’ve left a poem inside your heart.
Even if you never read it… I’ll keep writing.”
Zuhra closed her eyes.
She set the phone down without replying.
Then she held her head in her hands — overwhelmed by the kind of sorrow no words could soothe.
2:10 AM – Staff Rest Room
Zuhra lay on the small bed in the staff room.
Beside her — her untouched diary.
Inside her, Kamal’s words echoed like haunting verses.
Her eyes brimmed with tears.
But she couldn’t cry.
The word “silence” kept pounding in her chest — louder than any scream.
Munir stepped into Kamal’s room, carrying a bottle of water and a glass of sweetened juice. Kamal sat on the floor, his back resting against the wall. His eyes were fixed on the ground, his face worn with exhaustion and quiet rage. In front of him lay scattered sheets filled with scribbled poetry — some torn, others marked with ink smudges.
> Munir (sitting beside him):
“Bros… what you did tonight — no one else could’ve done it.
Your words moved everyone.”
Kamal gave a bitter smile.
> Kamal:
“But the one person I wanted to hear them… didn’t show up.
Whether she heard it or not — she never came forward.”
Munir placed the drink down and rested a hand on Kamal’s shoulder.
> Munir:
“Kamal, just rest now. Let it go. I’ve already started something…
Tomorrow, insha Allah, you’ll understand. I’ve taken steps.
I’ll make sure Zuhra understands everything. It’s already begun.”
Kamal raised his eyes slowly.
> Kamal:
“Munir…”
> Munir (cutting in):
“I’m with you. Always. Don’t burden yourself anymore.
This… this isn’t the end of your story.
Just rest. Tomorrow… everything begins to change.”
Kamal closed his eyes, his shoulders easing.
He leaned back into the wall, slowly releasing the weight of his thoughts.
Hospital – 11:15 PM
Zuhra stood by the corridor, taking in the quiet night air.
Her thoughts wandered: Kamal’s voice, his words, the way he had said “I’ll embrace silence as a way of honoring the end…”
Just then, Rohi peeked from one of the patient rooms, holding a clipboard.
> Rohi:
“Zuhra, did you check the patient in Room 206?”
Zuhra didn’t respond immediately. She stood motionless.
> Rohi (coming closer):
“Zuhra?”
Zuhra turned quickly.
> Zuhra:
“Y-Yeah… I’ll go now.”
She walked off, her chest tight, nerves trembling.
In Room 206, she began setting up a new IV drip.
But her hands shook.
Fawziyya — her fellow rotation partner — entered hurriedly.
> Fawziyya:
“Zuhra, let me take over. You need to sit. Too many eyes today.”
Zuhra thanked her softly and stepped aside, ashamed.
Inside, she felt like all the confidence and competence had been drained from her.
12:45 AM – Staff Lounge – Hospital
Zuhra sat near the window, watching the dark city through the glass.
A phone notification lit up.
Message from: Unknown
She opened it.
It was Kamal.
> “I am not greater than destiny —
But I want you to know:
I’ve left a poem inside your heart.
Even if you never read it… I’ll keep writing.”
Zuhra closed her eyes.
She set the phone down without replying.
Then she held her head in her hands — overwhelmed by the kind of sorrow no words could soothe.
2:10 AM – Staff Rest Room
Zuhra lay on the small bed in the staff room.
Beside her — her untouched diary.
Inside her, Kamal’s words echoed like haunting verses.
Her eyes brimmed with tears.
But she couldn’t cry.
The word “silence” kept pounding in her chest — louder than any scream.
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