When Words Are No Longer Enough

 

There are moments when writing does not help.
Moments when words feel too small, too light, almost inappropriate.

What happened in Iran in mid-January cannot be contained in headlines, reports, or analysis.
Language collapses when violence exceeds its limits.
And when language fails, silence becomes an ethical position.

This silence is not fear.
It is not indifference.
And it is not forgetting.

It is mourning.

People are grieving.
Not only for those who are gone,
but for a sense of safety,
for the idea that life can still be described with ordinary sentences.

In such times, talking about nature, environment, or even hope feels impossible.
Because grief fills the entire space.
Because pain does not leave room for commentary.

This pause is not a retreat.
It is a recognition of weight.
A refusal to turn fresh wounds into content.

So this page remains quiet for now.
Not because there is nothing to say,
but because some realities are too heavy to be spoken.

Sometimes, silence is the most honest testimony.

🌍 Journalist
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