Mystery

A collection of mysterious poems about society, religion and more. Dive in and enjoy, as the mysteries unfold.

Gagarumar matsala ce ta yi wa wasu masoya dirar mikiya a washe-garin ɗaurin aurensu sakamakon canjawar da halittar amaryar ta yi, ta yadda ita kanta ta kasa yarda da cewa ita ce ko ba ita ba ce.

Have you ever loved someone with your whole heart, only to feel like you’re sharing them with a someone?. This is the story of three hearts that couldn’t find the right rhythm.
Meet Zia – a blind man who saw with his heart. He loved Aroush in that pure, simple way that needed no eyesight. He knew her by the sound of her laughter, by the way the air changed when she entered a room. To him, she was sunlight and music and everything beautiful he couldn’t see but could feel deeply. Then there was Aroush – so busy chasing shiny things that she missed the real treasure in front of her. When a wealthy man named Jad offered her fancy gifts and empty words, she traded Zia’s true love for false promises. She broke a good man’s heart for a bad man’s lies.
And there was Aleena – the one who saw the amazing man that Aroush had carelessly thrown away. She fell in love with Zia’s strength, his kindness, his beautiful way of seeing the world without eyes. She learned to paint pictures with her words for him, to create a world where his blindness didn’t matter, only their connection did.
But here’s the painful truth: sometimes love isn’t enough.
Even as Aleena built this beautiful life with Zia, she could feel Aroush’s shadow between them. When she held his hand, she sometimes felt him remembering another hand. When she described a beautiful flower to him, she wondered if he was wishing for another voice. She loved him completely, while knowing part of him still belonged to his first love.
This is that story – of loving someone who carries ghosts. Of giving your whole heart while wondering if it can ever truly be enough. Of first loves that leave scars and second chances that might not heal them. Because the hardest thing about love isn’t finding it – it’s making it stay when the past keeps calling it back.