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We were never taught to discuss. We were taught to win.
She underwent three procedures before anyone thought to test him. This is not a rare story. This is almost every story. This piece was originally published on Medium. If it speaks to you, follow me there too โ medium.com/@mehmoodwriter
They told you time heals everything. Nobody mentioned the detours.
This piece was originally published on Medium. If it speaks to you, follow me there too โ medium.com/@mehmoodwriter You fell in love with a version of them that only exists in your head.
This piece was originally published on Medium. If it speaks to you, follow me there too โ medium.com/@mehmoodwriter The cruelest thing is not being unloved. It is being unseen by the person who was supposed to see you most.
This piece was originally published on Medium. If it speaks to you, follow me there too โ medium.com/@mehmoodwriter She gave so much of herself away that one day she reached for herself and found almost nothing there.
There is a kind of silence that is not peace.It is the silence of people who have things to say but do not believe their words deserve space. I grew up around that silence. In Multan. In classrooms. In rooms full of people who had swallowed their thoughts so many times they forgot they ever…