The Weight of Order
We build walls to keep the chaos out. We align stones, measure the distance between beams, and convince ourselves that if the lines are straight, the mind will follow. There is a comfort in the grid. It suggests that the world is predictable,…
A Child on the Day of Muharram by Fatemeh TajikThe Weight of Silence
We are born into stories we did not choose. They are handed to us like heavy coats in winter, meant to protect us from the cold, yet they often weigh us down before we have learned to walk. There is a specific look in the eyes of the young…
Where the Water Rests
There is a weight to silence that only water understands. When the wind dies, the surface becomes a mirror, holding the sky as if it were a secret. We spend our lives trying to leave a mark, to carve our names into the stone or the earth, yet…