The bitter and heartbreaking reality is that the suffering of the people of this land has far exceeded its limits.
Wounds that once appeared only on broken bodies have now penetrated deep into the hearts and weary souls.
These wounds are no longer confined to the physical; rather, in a more painful way, they have torn through hearts and spirits, igniting an unquenchable fire within.
Heavy pains and incurable wounds, like an endless and savage storm, have shattered everything, turning peace into a distant and unattainable legend.
It seems that tranquility is a concept that will never find a chance to emerge in this soil.
The anguish not only weighs on shoulders, bending them under its burden, but also flows through our veins like a lethal poison, pulling us closer to annihilation each day.
Hopes that once warmed our hearts like a comforting flame are now lost in utter darkness, leaving nothing behind but the cold ashes of despair.
It feels as though the sky of our lives has been forever deprived of light, leaving us under an eternal night that casts its shadow over us.
We, the most sorrowful people of this world, resemble faint and weary shadows wandering aimlessly in a whirlwind of grief, confusion, and anxiety.
It seems as if the earth and time themselves have vowed to snatch away the last rays of joy and peace from us, abandoning us to the clutches of a bitter and merciless destiny—a destiny that has never offered us anything but suffering and torment.
A heavy, dark shadow, like a specter of misery and despair, has spread over this nation, stealing the light from our eyes.
This dark shadow is like clouds of sorrow that no breeze can dispel, no rain can cleanse, and no dawn can break.
No voice of salvation can be heard from afar anymore; only the whispers of suppressed sobs and tears that never find a chance to flow echo through this deadly silence.
This silence itself feels like a cry from the depths of suffering and despair that reaches no ears.
Amid this boundless sea of pain, despair, and hopelessness, our only refuge and solace is the infinite mercy of the Almighty God—a God who listens even to the most hidden tears and the faintest cries, transforming them into a loud call in His presence.
Only He can lift this crushing and overwhelming burden off our shoulders and cast a new light into our endless darkness.
In a world where no hand extends to help this nation, no voice offers hope, and no lamp lights the path forward, our only hope lies in His boundless grace and mercy.
A God whose power surpasses all storms and all suffering, and only the breeze of His compassion can lift this heavy, black dust from the sky of our lives.
But will this dust, this deadly shadow, and this dark night ever come to an end?
Will this nation, buried under the heavy rubble of incurable wounds and endless pain, ever witness the dawn of peace and light again?
O God, amidst all this despair, suffering, and darkness, is there still a glimmer of hope left?
Is there still a dawn hidden beyond this endless night?
Or has this nation forever lost itself in the whirlpool of its bitter fate?
O God, You, the Omnipotent, You who can break all barriers of despair—will You still look upon this distressed nation?
Only the breeze of Your mercy can calm this turbulent sea and bring this weary land, burdened by suffering, to a new spring.
Author: Ahmad Mahmood Imperator
.Translated by: Eileen.D
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