The sounds of silence

By Samina Mushtaq Khan

The book 'The sounds of silence' encompass the tragedies of different people and their survival on losing their loved ones without complaining of their pain and miseries. The book explains it well how unheard cries are carried by a chunk of people in today's era without holding any grin on their foreheads and putting a curve on their lips. This book is dedicated to all those people who embrace pain and walk with it without explaining or complaining to anyone. Cheers!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Blue Rose Publishers
• Release date: Oct 2, 2023
• ISBN: 9789358191387

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Copyright © Samina Mushtaq Khan 2023

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ISBN: 978-93-5819-138-7

Cover Design: Muskan sachdeva

Typesetting: Pooja Sharma

First Edition: July 2023

Contents

A Tear in My Heart

Solace

Surviving the End

Till the time re-unites us

Let us be the strangers again!

`a hopeless hope

Acknowledgements

Isn’t it always a fun finding stories and chapters in every other soul you meet?

Well! This book is the same project as it is somehow a reflection of some untold stories, although portrayed fictionally but resonating with every other person who gets inflicted to the pain. He then cherishes it, nourishes it and cradle it like a baby.

The pain and struggle we survive pour a lot of things in our minds and as such we struggle to get them out either by narrating it to the world we know or else an escape in the pen and paper.

So far my case is concerned I dedicate my work to the battles I keep on fighting within and never finding a reliable ear to listen. My dairy being my dearest mate and my pen my helping hand. I am dedicating this work to them.

I am so very grateful to the family especially my little sister who always stand by my side whenever I am living my lows. She is a backbone I can’t think of surviving without. And of course, my parents, my elder sister and every other family member who is always there to pour a helping hand, whenever I need it the most.

How can I not thank enough to my late brother who is behind the writing journey of mine since from the beginning? He is the lone reason I started writing out my emotions.

I want to thank some special friends whom I can’t mention here but am highly grateful for trusting my work.

Besides I am grateful to the miracle stories who guided me well in this project and keep on pushing my boundaries so I can beautify my work.

And I would wrap it up by thanking the most merciful, the most generous, the creator of my life- Almighty Allah. It is all his blessings that I am surviving despite being so down in life. I owe HIM my life and everything I have. Alhamdulillah for everything YA-Rabb.

A Tear in My Heart

Ayesha is not just a name but an aura defining the best of women. You would love to call her the epitome of beauty. Ayesha, my best mate, my only childhood friend, my soul, my mirror image, she is in general the beat of my heart. Ayesha is not just a name for me but is a live creature for whom, or you can say for the sake of whom I am breathing. It’s because of the promise I had made to her that I am here to narrate her in the form of this story. Had I hadn’t promised her to keep myself alive, and take care of this mass of soil till fate decides and the death angel takes my spirit away, I am