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whispers in the  Noise : what a day teaches the soul  Muqadas Dilmeer (social scientist)  17 May ,2025 Dawn arrives with a soft hush, and with it, the world begins to stir. Before my eyes open fully, I am wrapped in the delicate chorus of morning birds. Their melodies seem to float through the sky like prayer—unspoken yet deeply understood. Each chirp feels like a whisper from nature, a reminder that a new day has arrived with silent grace. Somewhere nearby, a soft recitation of a naat hums through a loudspeaker. Its rhythm doesn’t intrude—it settles gently on my heart like a warm hand, soothing the restless thoughts that linger from yesterday. But not all sounds are kind. As the household awakens, so does the noise—siblings bickering, animals scuffling, the blaring drone of a water motor, utensils clashing in the kitchen. It’s as if peace is pushed aside by the demands of the day. Still, I cling to the thought of my university tasks, like holding onto a thread in a storm...

Blog Title: The Day My Sky Fell – A Letter to My Mother Muqadas Dilmeer (social scientist)  17 May ,2025  To My Dearest Ami, There are days when grief becomes a storm, and today, I am standing in its eye. My heart is a garden where your memory still blooms, but the roots ache in the soil of your absence. I’m writing to you, Ami – not because I expect an answer, but because silence has become too loud to bear.It was a winter morning, heavy with clouds and quiet sorrow. I was preparing for my 10th-grade biology exam, unaware that life had already written its cruelest question for me. The sky wept with rain, as if mourning something the world hadn’t yet announced. Then came the first tremor: news of my aunt’s passing. A piece of our world chipped away. But I carried on, as you always taught me. You were the compass of my life, pointing me toward strength, toward duty. I went to give my paper, walking through the storm, not knowing another one was brewing just behind me.When I ret...