POEM + PHILOSOPHY (ENGLISH + ARABIC) 🌑 TITLE“The Corner Where Silence Speaks”Ø˛Ø§ŲˆŲŠØŠٌ ØĒØĒŲƒŲ„Ų… ŲŲŠŲ‡Ø§ Ø§Ų„ØĩŲ…ØĒđŸŸĻ POEM (ENGLISH + ARABIC — TOGETHER, SINGLE FLOW)I sit in the corner of a quiet room,where silence recognizes mebefore the world asks questions.ØŖØŦŲ„Øŗ ؁؊ Ø˛Ø§ŲˆŲŠØŠ Ø§Ų„ØēØąŲØŠ Ø§Ų„Ų‡Ø§Ø¯ØĻØŠ،Ø­ŲŠØĢ ŲŠØšØąŲŲ†ŲŠ Ø§Ų„ØĩŲ…ØĒŲ‚Ø¨Ų„ ØŖŲ† ŲŠØˇØąØ­ Ø§Ų„ØšØ§Ų„Ų… ØŖØŗØĻŲ„ØĒŲ‡.My thoughts speak softly to one another,without witnesses, without defense.Here, nothing needs to perform.

 POEM + PHILOSOPHY (ENGLISH + ARABIC) 
🌑 TITLE
“The Corner Where Silence Speaks”
Ø˛Ø§ŲˆŲŠØŠٌ ØĒØĒŲƒŲ„Ų… ŲŲŠŲ‡Ø§ Ø§Ų„ØĩŲ…ØĒ
đŸŸĻ POEM (ENGLISH + ARABIC — TOGETHER, SINGLE FLOW)
I sit in the corner of a quiet room,
where silence recognizes me
before the world asks questions.
ØŖØŦŲ„Øŗ ؁؊ Ø˛Ø§ŲˆŲŠØŠ Ø§Ų„ØēØąŲØŠ Ø§Ų„Ų‡Ø§Ø¯ØĻØŠ،
Ø­ŲŠØĢ ŲŠØšØąŲŲ†ŲŠ Ø§Ų„ØĩŲ…ØĒ
Ų‚Ø¨Ų„ ØŖŲ† ŲŠØˇØąØ­ Ø§Ų„ØšØ§Ų„Ų… ØŖØŗØĻŲ„ØĒŲ‡.
My thoughts speak softly to one another,
without witnesses, without defense.
Here, nothing needs to perform.
ØŖŲŲƒØ§ØąŲŠ ØĒØĒحدØĢ Ø¨Ų‡Ø¯ŲˆØĄ Ų…Øš Ų†ŲØŗŲ‡Ø§،
Ø¨Ų„Ø§ Ø´Ų‡ŲˆØ¯، Ø¨Ų„Ø§ ØĒØ¨ØąŲŠØą.
Ų‡Ų†Ø§، Ų„Ø§ Ø´ŲŠØĄ ŲŠØ­ØĒاØŦ ØĨŲ„Ų‰ ØĒŲ…ØĢŲŠŲ„.
They wonder why I do not speak,
why I do not join the noise,
why I seem distant.
؊ØĒØŗØ§ØĄŲ„ŲˆŲ† Ų„Ų…Ø§Ø°Ø§ Ų„Ø§ ØŖØĒŲƒŲ„Ų…،
Ų„Ų…Ø§Ø°Ø§ Ų„Ø§ ØŖŲ†ØļŲ… ØĨŲ„Ų‰ Ø§Ų„ØļØŦ؊ØŦ،
ŲˆŲ„Ų…Ø§Ø°Ø§ ØŖØ¨Ø¯Ųˆ Ø¨ØšŲŠØ¯ًا.
They do not know
that I feel too deeply,
that silence keeps me whole.
Ų„Ø§ ŲŠØšŲ„Ų…ŲˆŲ†
ØŖŲ† ØĨØ­ØŗØ§ØŗŲŠ ØšŲ…ŲŠŲ‚،
ŲˆØŖŲ† Ø§Ų„ØĩŲ…ØĒ Ų‡Ųˆ Ų…Ø§ ŲŠØ¨Ų‚ŲŠŲ†ŲŠ ŲƒØ§Ų…Ų„ًا.
I am not avoiding voices,
I am protecting meaning.
Some words heal,
others only scatter the soul.
ØŖŲ†Ø§ Ų„Ø§ ØŖØĒØŦŲ†Ø¨ Ø§Ų„ØŖØĩŲˆØ§ØĒ،
Ø¨Ų„ ØŖØ­Ų…ŲŠ Ø§Ų„Ų…ØšŲ†Ų‰.
بؚØļ Ø§Ų„ŲƒŲ„Ų…Ø§ØĒ ØĒØ´ŲŲŠ،
ŲˆØŖØŽØąŲ‰ ØĒØ´ØĒØĒ Ø§Ų„ØąŲˆØ­.
They call me strange,
sometimes mad,
because stillness unsettles them.
ŲŠØŗŲ…ŲˆŲ†Ų†ŲŠ ØēØąŲŠØ¨ًا،
ŲˆØŖØ­ŲŠØ§Ų†ًا Ų…ØŦŲ†ŲˆŲ†ًا،
Ų„ØŖŲ† Ø§Ų„ØŗŲƒŲˆŲ† ŲŠØąØ¨ŲƒŲ‡Ų….
But silence did not break me.
It gathered me
when explanations failed.
Ų„ŲƒŲ† Ø§Ų„ØĩŲ…ØĒ Ų„Ų… ŲŠŲƒØŗØąŲ†ŲŠ،
Ø¨Ų„ ØŦŲ…ØšŲ†ŲŠ
ØšŲ†Ø¯Ų…Ø§ ŲØ´Ų„ØĒ Ø§Ų„ØĒŲØŗŲŠØąØ§ØĒ.
I did not heal by speaking louder,
but by listening longer
to what lived inside me.
Ų„Ų… ØŖØ´Ųَ Ø¨ØąŲØš Øĩ؈ØĒ؊،
Ø¨Ų„ Ø¨Ø§Ų„ØĨØĩØēØ§ØĄ ØŖØˇŲˆŲ„
Ų„Ų…Ø§ ŲŠØŗŲƒŲ† Ø¯Ø§ØŽŲ„ŲŠ.
What they call withdrawal
was my return—
slow, careful, honest.
Ų…Ø§ ŲŠØŗŲ…ŲˆŲ†Ų‡ Ø§Ų†ØŗØ­Ø§Ø¨ًا
ŲƒØ§Ų† ØšŲˆØ¯ØĒ؊
Ø¨Ø¨ØˇØĄ، Ø¨Ø­Ø°Øą، بØĩØ¯Ų‚.
Some wounds ask for quiet,
not sympathy.
Some truths need space,
not applause.
بؚØļ Ø§Ų„ØŦØąØ§Ø­ ØĒØˇŲ„Ø¨ Ø§Ų„ØĩŲ…ØĒ،
Ų„Ø§ Ø§Ų„Ø´ŲŲ‚ØŠ.
ŲˆØ¨ØšØļ Ø§Ų„Ø­Ų‚Ø§ØĻŲ‚ ØĒØ­ØĒاØŦ Ų…ØŗØ§Ø­ØŠ،
Ų„Ø§ ØĒØĩŲŲŠŲ‚ًا.
I no longer wait to be understood.
I wait only to remain true.
Ų„Ų… ØŖØšØ¯ ØŖŲ†ØĒØ¸Øą ØŖŲ† ØŖŲŲ‡Ų…،
ØŖŲ†ØĒØ¸Øą ŲŲ‚Øˇ ØŖŲ† ØŖØ¨Ų‚Ų‰ ØĩØ§Ø¯Ų‚ًا.
Silence is no longer my shield.
It is my state.
Ų„Ų… ŲŠØšØ¯ Ø§Ų„ØĩŲ…ØĒ Ø¯ØąØšŲŠ،
Ø¨Ų„ ØŖØĩبح Ø­Ø§Ų„ØĒ؊.
Not absence—
but peace without explanation.
Ų„ŲŠØŗ ØēŲŠØ§Ø¨ًا،
Ø¨Ų„ ØŗŲ„Ø§Ų…ًا Ø¨Ų„Ø§ Ø´ØąØ­.
And if one day the world learns to listen,
it will hear
what never needed a voice.
؈ØĨŲ† ØĒØšŲ„Ų… Ø§Ų„ØšØ§Ų„Ų… ŲŠŲˆŲ…ًا ØŖŲ† ؊ØĩØē؊،
ŲØŗŲŠØŗŲ…Øš
Ų…Ø§ Ų„Ų… ŲŠØ­ØĒØŦ ŲŠŲˆŲ…ًا ØĨŲ„Ų‰ Øĩ؈ØĒ.
🧠 PHILOSOPHICAL ANALYSIS (ENGLISH + ARABIC — TOGETHER)
This poem presents silence not as weakness, but as arrival.
The speaker begins misunderstood and ends aligned. Silence evolves—from protection, to dignity, to peace. Philosophically, the poem argues that identity does not require constant explanation. What is real does not hurry.
ØĒُŲ‚Ø¯ِّŲ… Ų‡Ø°Ų‡ Ø§Ų„Ų‚ØĩŲŠØ¯ØŠ Ø§Ų„ØĩŲ…ØĒ Ų„Ø§ ؃ØļØšŲ، Ø¨Ų„ ŲƒŲ€ ؈ØĩŲˆŲ„.
ŲŠØ¨Ø¯ØŖ Ø§Ų„Ų…ØĒŲƒŲ„Ų… ؁؊ Ø­Ø§Ų„ØŠ ØŗŲˆØĄ ؁؇؅، ŲˆŲŠŲ†ØĒŲ‡ŲŠ ؁؊ Ø§Ų†ØŗØŦØ§Ų… Ų…Øš ذاØĒŲ‡. ؊ØĒØ­ŲˆŲ„ Ø§Ų„ØĩŲ…ØĒ Ų…Ų† Ø­Ų…Ø§ŲŠØŠ ØĨŲ„Ų‰ ŲˆŲ‚Ø§Øą ØĢŲ… ØĨŲ„Ų‰ ØŗŲ„Ø§Ų…. ŲŲ„ØŗŲŲŠًا، ØĒŲ‚ŲˆŲ„ Ø§Ų„Ų‚ØĩŲŠØ¯ØŠ ØĨŲ† Ø§Ų„Ų‡ŲˆŲŠØŠ Ų„Ø§ ØĒØ­ØĒاØŦ ØĨŲ„Ų‰ ØĒØ¨ØąŲŠØą داØĻŲ…، ŲØ§Ų„Ø­Ų‚ŲŠŲ‚ØŠ Ų„Ø§ ØĒØŗØĒØšØŦŲ„.
The “corner” symbolizes autonomy—a space where the self exists without negotiation. Society fears silence because it cannot control it. Instead of listening, it labels. The poem gently rejects these labels without hostility.
ØĒØąŲ…Ø˛ “Ø§Ų„Ø˛Ø§ŲˆŲŠØŠ” ØĨŲ„Ų‰ Ø§Ų„Ø§ØŗØĒŲ‚Ų„Ø§Ų„—Ų…ŲƒØ§Ų† ؊؈ØŦد ŲŲŠŲ‡ Ø§Ų„ØĨŲ†ØŗØ§Ų† Ø¯ŲˆŲ† Ų…ØŗØ§ŲˆŲ…ØŠ.
ŲŠØŽØ§Ų Ø§Ų„Ų…ØŦØĒŲ…Øš Ų…Ų† Ø§Ų„ØĩŲ…ØĒ Ų„ØŖŲ†Ų‡ Ų„Ø§ ŲŠØŗØĒØˇŲŠØš Ø§Ų„ØŗŲŠØˇØąØŠ ØšŲ„ŲŠŲ‡، ŲŲŠŲ„ØŦØŖ ØĨŲ„Ų‰ Ø§Ų„ØĒØĩŲ†ŲŠŲ Ø¨Ø¯Ų„ Ø§Ų„ØĨØĩØēØ§ØĄ. ŲˆØ§Ų„Ų‚ØĩŲŠØ¯ØŠ ØĒØąŲØļ Ų‡Ø°Ų‡ Ø§Ų„ØĒØŗŲ…ŲŠØ§ØĒ Ø¨Ų‡Ø¯ŲˆØĄ Ø¯ŲˆŲ† ØšØ¯Ø§ØĄ.
Silence here is emotional intelligence. It is the ability to feel deeply without collapsing, to remain honest without shouting. In a world addicted to noise, choosing silence becomes an ethical act.
Ø§Ų„ØĩŲ…ØĒ Ų‡Ų†Ø§ Ų‡Ųˆ Ø°ŲƒØ§ØĄ ØšØ§ØˇŲŲŠ.
Ų‡Ųˆ Ø§Ų„Ų‚Ø¯ØąØŠ ØšŲ„Ų‰ Ø§Ų„ØĨØ­ØŗØ§Øŗ Ø¨ØšŲ…Ų‚ Ø¯ŲˆŲ† Ø§Ų†Ų‡ŲŠØ§Øą، ŲˆØšŲ„Ų‰ Ø§Ų„ØĩØ¯Ų‚ Ø¯ŲˆŲ† ØĩØąØ§ØŽ. ؈؁؊ ØšØ§Ų„Ų… Ų…Ø¯Ų…Ų† ØšŲ„Ų‰ Ø§Ų„ØļØŦ؊ØŦ، ؊Øĩبح ا؎ØĒŲŠØ§Øą Ø§Ų„ØĩŲ…ØĒ Ų…ŲˆŲ‚Ųًا ØŖØŽŲ„Ø§Ų‚ŲŠًا.
Ultimately, the poem affirms that peace is not something granted by others. It is something discovered when the need for validation ends.
؁؊ Ø§Ų„Ų†Ų‡Ø§ŲŠØŠ، ØĒØ¤ŲƒØ¯ Ø§Ų„Ų‚ØĩŲŠØ¯ØŠ ØŖŲ† Ø§Ų„ØŗŲ„Ø§Ų… Ų„Ø§ ŲŠŲ…Ų†Ø­Ų‡ Ø§Ų„ØĸØŽØąŲˆŲ†،
Ø¨Ų„ ؊ُ؃ØĒØ´Ų ØšŲ†Ø¯Ų…Ø§ ØĒŲ†ØĒŲ‡ŲŠ Ø§Ų„Ø­Ø§ØŦØŠ ØĨŲ„Ų‰ Ø§Ų„ØĒØ¨ØąŲŠØą.
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