War Doesn’t End — It Just Becomes Silent Inside Us
They say the war is over.
But no one told our hearts.
No one told the nights that still refuse to be quiet. No one told the children who wake up in fear, even when the sky is empty.
Last night, there were no planes.
No explosions.
No gunfire.
And yet…
no one slept.
Because war doesn’t only live in the sky.
It lives inside us now.
I watched a child covering his ears in silence.
There was no sound.
But he was still afraid.
That’s when I understood something the world doesn’t see:
War doesn’t end when the bombs stop.
It ends when fear leaves the people.
And here…
fear is still alive.
People outside read news headlines.
“Conflict ended.”
“Situation improved.”
“Peace talks successful.”
But what does “peace” mean to someone who still jumps at every loud sound?
What does “safety” mean to a mother who checks the sky before letting her child play?
We are not living in war anymore.
But war is still living in us.
In our memories.
In our dreams.
In the silence that feels too loud.
Some nights, the silence is worse than the noise.
Because when it’s quiet…
your mind remembers everything.
This is not news.
This is our life.
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