By: Dr. Adnan Bouzan

Oh night, how long you are! How many secrets of passersby and sorrows of the sleepless do you carry within your folds—those whom life has exhausted and burdens have weighed down! How many lovers have wandered in your darkness, searching for the warmth of a memory? How many strangers have sat upon your thresholds, counting their weary breaths? How many lost hearts have roamed your corridors, pleading for the dawn to break—yet it only arrives at its own slow pace!

Oh night, you are the black sea in which we drown, uncertain whether you will cast us upon the shores of salvation or leave us stranded amidst your raging waves, struggling in the darkness of solitude, reaching out in search of the selves we lost within your corners.

Oh night, how dare you be so still while within our chests rages an unrelenting clamor? How can you spread your calm upon the earth while inside us brews a storm of memories, regret, and an unquenchable longing? How many hearts, heavy with torment, have cried themselves to sleep in your embrace? How many eyes have run dry of tears, staring at the ceiling of a darkened room, searching for a lone star to whisper that hope still lingers?

Oh night, how many dreams have fallen beneath your veil? How many hopes have faded into the depths of your darkness? How many love stories remained incomplete, how many words went unspoken, how many letters were never written, and how many farewells went unannounced—yet were deeper than all separations!

How painful it is for the night to be a mirror to the soul, reflecting us bare before ourselves, revealing only our flaws and echoing nothing but our sighs! How cruel it is for the night to witness our helplessness, as we extend our hands to the heavens, pleading for mercy, wishing for it to pass swiftly—yet it moves only at its own will!

And in the end, when exhaustion overcomes us, when our eyes surrender to slumber, when our tears wither, and our weary souls quiet, the dawn finally breaks—as if apologizing for all the pain the night has carried. Yet it leaves behind an indelible mark, as though the night whispers to us: "I do not leave—I return every day. So do not flee from me, for I am the mirror of your sorrows, and I am the only friend who will never forsake you!"

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