Beyond Love by Noor Fatyma

In the tapestry of life, where threads of joy and sorrows intertwine, there comes a phase of hopes and all but not miseries, and at the time when you make it to the realm, try to hold onto it, and cage it, make it a forever, forgetting that forever is just a myth, the life then kicks you with,
“It’s far too late”
This book is about the beauty of mere vivid existence of that phase, about the damned cruelty of letting it go, and about the peace of living with it.
The time of losing that light in your life or something you wished for with all your heart, that time passes away eventually in the end, neither letting go wounds to death. It’s a kink. Its time comes and takes a part of you with it, leaving you with nothing and a lot simultaneously.
What tears the soul apart is juncture after it, that solace with no peace in it, the howling heart and the loudest of the silence which you never know, when, where and how is going to end. Or even going to end?
Choosing either the darkest of life or turning towards the new light is, I believe, difficult, because sunflower will always lean toward the sun, no matter how much brighter and beautiful the moon is.
I wish from the depth of my soul, that this living and moving book gives you a spark to find the light to your life in yourself, to the people, it will be the ruin of all the ruins, but an eternal solace to your heart. This whole book is revolving around the description to these lines.
I, in the end, chose the blackest of darkness.