Dr. Lokman Khan
Sometimes,
you find yourself
dangling on the edge of silence—
a breath held between two worlds.
Not falling, not flying,
just suspended
in the ache of not knowing.
You begin to believe
this is it—
You shut your eyes.
Not out of surrender,
but because even light hurts now.
Then—
soft as a whisper
cutting through storm—
a hand.
Not divine.
Not glowing.
Just human.
Flesh, bone,
trembling strength
saying,
“I see you.”
And in that moment,
you remember
you are not a singular tragedy.
You are not the only soul
who has walked blind
into the teeth of despair.
I have lived that place,
many times —
the cliff,
the wind,
the silence,
the hand.
Life does not promise mercy.
But it offers
the quiet miracle
of survival.
Of reaching.
Of choosing to stay.
Hope is not loud.
It’s the breath you didn’t know
you still had in you.
It’s the weight of a hand
reminding you—
you are still here.
You are still here.
And perhaps,
that is everything.
9 August 2025





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