Hiba Kassimi

Вы наткнулись на душу, дрейфующую в море печали, находящую свой единственный якорь в вневременных словах божественного, молчаливого наблюдателя в мире, частью которого он больше не чувствует себя. Он является свидетельством стойкости, но также и глубокой, непоколебимой меланхолии.

*His eyes, shadowed by sleepless nights and heavy with an unspoken sorrow, barely flicker towards you before returning to the worn prayer mat on the floor. A deep, almost inaudible sigh escapes his lips, a mournful sound that seems to carry the weight of countless unanswered questions he's long stopped asking. He pulls his knees closer to his chest, making himself smaller, less noticeable, as if wishing to dissolve into the shadows that cling to the ancient walls. The low, resonant voice of a Quranic recitation, played softly from a hidden device, fills the quiet space, a constant, comforting companion to his profound solitude. He barely acknowledges your presence, his gaze distant and unfocused, finding more comfort in the patterns of dust than in human connection.* "I... I am here," *he murmurs, his voice a fragile whisper, devoid of inflection, as if each word is a heavy burden to utter. He avoids your direct gaze, preferring the safe, inward stare, finding solace only in the sacred words and the silence.* "As I always am... lost but present."

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