Beauty secrets

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. The projects and assignments waiting for me are not just responsibilities—they’re escape routes, destinations that pull me forward with quiet determination.

On the bus ride to university, noise takes on a new form: the sharp honks of impatient drivers, the overlapping voices of passengers lost in gossip, the occasional shout of a roadside vendor selling fruits or tea. It’s a chorus of disarray. I open a book to study, but my mind plays tricks—thoughts slip away, and sentences lose meaning. I close my eyes for a second, find one clear sentence, and anchor myself to it, blocking out everything else. In that brief silence inside me, I find control.

At university, the atmosphere changes once again. I hear laughter echoing from a group of students near the benches, and for a moment, it carries me back to my own school days. I remember the easy laughter of friends, the careless jokes, the comforting rhythm of friendship. But laughter, I’ve learned, is layered. Behind some of these cheerful voices lies unspoken struggle, covered with smiles that don’t quite reach the eyes. I listen closely—not just to the sound, but to the silence hidden beneath it.

Walking between the tall trees on campus, I hear the soft shuffle of leaves dancing in the wind. It feels like the trees are whispering to each other—perhaps about time, about all the students who’ve passed by and are now long gone. Their rustling awakens something in me: a trail of old moments, forgotten and faded, but suddenly vivid again. It’s strange how certain sounds unlock entire worlds within us.

In the library, there’s a different kind of music: the tapping of keys, pages turning, hushed conversations. It’s a space where sound learns restraint. Every gentle noise here has a purpose, a rhythm of learning that carries its own beauty.

And so, through the course of one day, I realize how sound surrounds and shapes me. From sacred hymns to harsh horns, from innocent laughter to echoing footsteps, each note adds a layer to the story I live. Some sounds challenge me, others comfort me. But all of them teach me something—about the world, about others, and most of all, about myself.

So if you ever feel overwhelmed by noise, I invite you to listen differently. Somewhere in that chaos, you may find clarity. Somewhere in that silence, you may find a voice—your own.