I am content…
With the fading of desires,
With the disappearance of sorrow.
What I have found within myself,
I am content with that.
I am content with all the blessings
That Allah has given me.
I am content with today,
And also with the tomorrow
That my Lord has written for me.
There is only one feeling…
That the One who created me forgives me.
I am content with every tear,
In which desire, peace,
Love, and faith still live.
I am content with this life
That my Lord has gifted me.Life is never the same...
A little bird that chirps all day,
Sometimes, in the darkness of night,
Softens its voice and wonders—
That in my silence,
How deep the quiet becomes...
But then morning arrives,
And those thoughts of the night
Are left somewhere behind...
Once again, the same chirping, the same light,
As if nothing ever happened...
Time is just like that—
Sometimes life sings and smiles,
And sometimes it turns into silence,
Settling quietly in a corner of the heart...
And sometimes...
That same silence transforms into pain,
And melts into sorrow...
Her eyes seemed to whisper something unspoken…
A quiet restlessness lived in her heart,
while her longing trembled softly upon her lips.
She walked as if lost—
on an unfamiliar path,
unaware of what awaited her ahead.
Not every road leads us
through our wishes and desires…
The faint, delicate fragrance of flowers
wrapped around her,
pulling her toward a strange calm—
a silence that felt almost like an ending.
If only time could pause in this moment…
perhaps she could go back
and fix everything that once fell apart...Yangsu was not always like this…
Once, she was like an untouched bud—
fresh, delicate, and full of life.
No gardener had ever reached her,
no hand had ever claimed her bloom.
Her fragrance still remained hidden,
sealed within a crystal bottle,
untouched by the world…
No one could have imagined
how breathtaking she could truly become.
And yet, she remained ordinary—
because she lived in silence,
away from everything that existed beyond those veils…
a world she had never dared to turn toward.
When she saw him
she was not the same as before.
Or perhaps—
she was no longer the same.
Time seemed to stand still.
She was so innocent,
so untouched by such emotions…
She had never felt anything like this for anyone before.
A soft blush spread across her cheeks,
like the petals of a blooming rose—
as if she had just come to life in that very moment.
Yangsu never wanted to feel this way for anyone.
She had always run from such emotions,
avoiding them, hiding from them…
Yet now—she stood still.
Her gaze dropped shyly,
unable to meet her eyes.
Her heart pounded loudly in her chest,
so loud it felt as if the world could hear it.
And in that moment…
she couldn't decide—
whether to stay…
or to run again.Her heart whispered to her—
"You cannot stay…"
And then…
she took a single step back…
And in the very next moment—
like an unseen shadow, she disappeared from there.
The winds had already changed their course.
Silence surrounded everything…
so deep that even breathing felt slower.
It felt as if—
someone had taken away
all the beauty of that place with them…
Inside the palace, an eerie stillness lingered…
And then—
from somewhere far away, voices began to echo—
"Lemovo… Lemovo… The King!"
Until now, no one had ever seen their future king.
He had always remained distant—
from his people…
from their emotions…
and even from their darkest desires.
People had only heard tales of his bravery…
stories that inspired both fear
and pride.
No one had ever dared to question his strength.
Nor did they have the courage to.
They all waited—
for their king.
It was said…
when he fought,
he left entire armies in ruin…
The الأرض beneath his خطوات turned barren…
And even the birds in the sky
seemed to carry only one message—
"Lemovo… Lemovo… The King…"
But—
What people did not know…
and could never even imagine…
Was that the same Lemovo—
the name of destruction on the battlefield—
was once gentle…
once kind beyond measure.The night had grown deep.
The sky was dark…
and a strange chill lingered in the air.
Behind the palace—
Lemovo was practicing with his sword.
Every move was sharp…
every strike precise…
as if he wasn't fighting an enemy—
but himself.
His blade sliced through the air—
Swish…
But suddenly—
his hand stopped.
He felt it.
Someone was there.
His gaze shifted into the darkness…
and then—
he saw her.
A girl…
standing in the moonlight.
Lemovo's eyes narrowed.
"Again…"
he muttered in a low, cold voice.
As if this wasn't the first time.
"Another illusion…"
Without hesitation, he moved toward her—
his sword still in his hand.
"Disappear."
His voice was firm.
But Yangsu didn't move.
Fearless…
calm…
as if his blade meant nothing to her.
That unsettled him.
He stepped forward swiftly—
and struck.
But—
his sword passed right through her.
As if she wasn't there at all.
Lemovo froze.
For the first time, a flicker of unease appeared in his eyes.
"What… is this?"
Yangsu slowly walked toward him.
With every step—
her presence grew stronger.
Lemovo took a step back.
It was strange…
he did not feel fear.
And yet—
something inside him was becoming unstable.
Now she stood right in front of him.
So close…
that her presence felt almost real.
His grip on the sword tightened.
"Stay away…"
But this time—
his voice was not as strong.
Yangsu simply looked at him.
There was no fear in her eyes…
only a quiet stillness…
And that silence—
reached his heart.
For a moment—
his heartbeat faltered.
"No…"
he whispered to himself.
"This isn't real…"
In the next instant—
Yangsu began to fade, like mist…
and then—
she disappeared.
Lemovo stood there, unmoving.
The sword was still in his hand…
but his grip had loosened.
Silence returned once again.
But this time—