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The Unheard Voice

The Unheard       Source: CiRCE Institute 


I promised to write an article this week but I'm lost to find words that express my feelings. Many of you recommended me to write on silence. What would be the point of writing on that topic? Silence does not need words, does it? 

And currently, there is no one more quieter than I. The time will tell everyone how to keep their mouth shut, eyes closed witness everything - all the negativity - and hope for the best. 

So back to the topic, someone texted me last night and inquired about the next blog. Trust me, I'm blank. Currently, I have no philosophy, no life lessons, no motivation to write about anything. So I picked silence because that's what I am practicing nowadays. 

Be silent with me. Let's just stay away from the words. Words are confusing and create miscommunication and misunderstanding. Isn't it beautiful to just sit and witness silence - absolute silence? With silence comes wisdom and with wisdom the rationality and with rationality - the utter silence where you do not need words to convince anyone. Where your eyes speak and your heart follows.

Being a Pakistani, I can guarantee you, that I have never raised my voice and probably will never do it. Like me, you too have always remained silent. Our voices do not matter. Our opinions do not count. We are merely the pawns who have no authority. 

Despite that, I would raise my voice for a bigger cause, even if they shut me up. Even if they cut my throat, even if they kill me. But for raising your voice, you do not need to speak directly, do you? 

Do we have to say some words to break silence or give weightage to our voice? Don't our eyes speak? Don't our words count? Don't they say that the ink of a scholar is holier than the blood of martyrs?  

That's what I witnessed in my field visits. I regret being born a human. The duality of human nature is responsible for all the sorrows and pain in this world. We assume that the world would be like us. But no! The world is quite the opposite. There is a lack of sensitivity, empathy and kindness. There are millions of people out there who are in dire need of support in terms of finance, food and shelter. But guess what? No one cares. Not a single soul can help them without any ulterior motives. 

Being out there, I witnessed utter happiness and sheer grief. I watched helpless parents, deprived students and disappointed teachers. I witnessed how self-interests are superior to everything. I am bound to stay within limits. I don't want to but I have to. 

I don't want to conclude this but due to lack of time, lets wind up here. In short, I have no words and I think words are something we do not need. We only have to feel and understand something before it gets too late. 


Note: I am extremely sorry for not writing weekly. I will be more punctual after 20 December. Your feedback matters. :)

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  1. L7December 5, 2023 at 9:58 PM

    This blog was unheard of. You have woven the words well into a portrait that echoes pin drop.....
    Hope to read more of you. ☺️

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  2. nihilism-thoughtsDecember 6, 2023 at 4:29 AM

    Thank you. I'll write more as soon as I get free. :)

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  3. UzairDecember 6, 2023 at 3:44 PM

    Thank you for your thoughtful, intelligent, and fair-minded approach to "silence." And thank you each and every day. Your blogs help us sort these trying times.

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    1. nihilism-thoughtsDecember 6, 2023 at 4:11 PM

      Uzair Sir, thank you so much. Keep reading. It means a lot to me. :)

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  4. haris kayaniDecember 6, 2023 at 6:29 PM

    Your words paint a powerful picture of silence and human emotions. You have a unique way of expressing deep thoughts that resonate with readers. Keep sharing your perspective—it's truly impactful.

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    1. nihilism-thoughtsDecember 6, 2023 at 6:41 PM

      Thank you Haris - your words and compliment matter :)

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  5. AnonymousJanuary 25, 2024 at 11:20 AM

    Your reflection on silence and its profound impact on communication resonates deeply. It's evident that your struggle to find words is a powerful testament to the complexities of human experiences. The way you connect silence to wisdom and rationality is thought-provoking. Your commitment to raising your voice for a greater cause, even in the face of potential consequences, is commendable. The contrast you draw between the idealized human world and the harsh reality you've witnessed during field visits adds a poignant layer to your narrative. Your call to feel and understand before it's too late is a compelling message that encourages introspection. Overall, your raw and honest exploration of silence speaks volumes.

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