War has always been spoken of as a means to an end: a path to resolution, to peace.
But in the silence that follows the noise, one question lingers: when has war truly healed what it has broken?
There was a time when battles were fought with the promise of freedom, when sacrifice carried meaning, and loss was endured for a future worth believing in.
Today, that meaning feels lost. What we witness now is not the triumph of justice, but the quiet, unbearable weight of grief. The only thing that seems to find freedom in war today is the soul of the innocent.
The world feels different. The air is no longer light. It carries fear, uncertainty, and sorrow. Dawn arrives, but without hope. Night falls, but without rest. Every moment is shadowed by the same question: what next ... and when?
And yet, even in this darkness, there is something war has not been able to take from us – our humanity. In times like these, we are called not to divide, but to stand together. To hold on to compassion when everything around us tries to strip it away. To remain human, when the world feels anything but humane.
Because history, despite all its pain, has always whispered the same truth: no storm lasts forever.
These days shall pass too.
Shafqat Aijaz
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