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The air was heavy… as if thousands of silent screams filled the space,

begging for someone to save them, or at least… to hear them.

One by one, they were drawn to their mirrors,

as though an unseen force gripped their souls,

dragging them back to old wounds that never truly healed…

Mustafa

A small boy sat in the corner of a cold orphanage,

knees pulled tightly to his chest, arms wrapped around himself…

crying in silence, as if afraid the world might hear his pain.

A video flickered to life on the mirror…

A family holding his tiny hand, smiling for a brief moment…

only to leave him on the orphanage steps, walking away without a single glance back.

His voice trembled, fragile, broken:

– Why didn't you love me?… What did I do wrong?

Another scene… another family chose him,

he clung to the woman's hand carefully,

thinking, just for a moment, that his heart had finally found a home…

But once again, that same hand shoved him back toward the orphanage door.

He collapsed to the ground, watching them leave without a word.

He ran, desperate to escape the truth,

until another mirror stopped him in his tracks…

This time, he saw himself laughing, playing like any other child,

just searching for a pair of arms to hold him…

But the man who adopted him screamed, face twisted with rage:

– I've had enough of you! You're nothing but trouble!

And once more, he was dragged away and thrown at the orphanage's door.

Mustafa curled into himself, smaller and smaller,

burying his head between his arms,

as though he wished he could vanish from the world entirely,

hide inside his torn, aching heart…

His voice barely a whisper, hoarse and trembling:

– Maybe… maybe it's my fault… maybe I don't deserve to be loved…

And the mirrors surrounded him,

reflecting every door ever slammed in his face…

every heart that never opened for him.

Mazen

A man sat alone behind a black screen,

his fingers flying across the keyboard,

hurling words sharp as knives—

never seeing the faces they pierced…

only text, mocking laughter, a fleeting illusion of power.

But suddenly, the mirrors before him ignited… drenched in blood.

A girl appeared, trembling, sobbing as she clawed at her own shoulders and knees,

her body bruised, torn, smeared with red.

Her voice dripped with grief and accusation:

– This is your fault… you destroyed me… your words killed me.

Mazen looked down at his hands…

Every word he had ever typed erupted into gaping red wounds across his skin,

blood spilling from his fingers, thick and foul,

no matter how hard he wiped, the stain wouldn't vanish.

He spun around—

and there she was, standing behind him.

Her eyes were lifeless,

yet a crooked, haunting smile curled across her lips:

– Think your friends won't find out the filth you've done?

The moment they learn you killed me…

they'll throw you away like garbage.

Mazen staggered back, his voice strangled in his throat:

– I'm sorry… I didn't know… I was just a stupid kid… I never thought my words could end you…

The girl tilted her head,

a sickening crack echoed from her neck,

then a broken, manic laugh spilled from her mouth:

– Hahahahahaha…

Suddenly, the mirrors shattered,

raining down thick, black blood—

burning, stabbing his flesh like a thousand needles.

It poured over him, choking him,

while voices shrieked in his ears:

– Feel it… feel my pain… suffer like I did… suffer!

He tried to run, but the blood swallowed him whole,

rising to his neck,

drowning him as the laughter and accusations roared,

splintering his mind into pieces.

Farah

A dark room…

He sat on the edge of the bed, phone in hand, her pictures flashing on the screen like unbreakable chains.

His laugh was cold, dripping with threat:

– If you don't do what I want… I'll destroy you… I'll make you wish for death.

Farah wept, her voice cracking between pleading and heartbreak:

– I loved you with all my heart… I trusted you… why are you doing this to me?… You'll ruin my life… you'll crush my family…

But his laugh only grew bolder.

The door swung open, his friends entered, eyes like wolves closing in,

their voices slicing the air like knives:

– Come on… smile for the camera…

Farah screamed, her hands trembling, terror flooding her eyes:

– Please… you all have sisters… think of them… don't hurt me…

Her lover stepped closer, a sly, twisted smile on his lips, his voice oozing cruelty:

– Our sisters aren't stupid like you… anyone who believes in love deserves betrayal.

She crumbled, words breaking apart as she stumbled back,

her breath shattered by sobs:

– I'm stupid… for loving you… stupid for trusting you…

The mirrors multiplied around her,

the streets warped into a maze of men's eyes,

their stares tearing at her skin,

their footsteps chasing her like beasts.

Her heart fluttered, fragile, like a wounded bird seeking shelter.

She fell to the ground, a hand reached toward her from a stranger,

his voice soft, promising:

– Don't be afraid… I'm not like him… I truly love you…

But Farah crawled backward, eyes wide with dread,

her voice raw, broken:

– Stay away… you're all the same… leave me alone…

She pushed herself up, running with every ounce of strength left in her,

tears burning her cheeks,

feet carrying her away from the entire world…

Yet the mirrors followed,

each man wearing a new mask…

each one a new betrayal…

and there was no escape.

Moayed

Every time he fell in love…

he dreamed of finding a heart that would return his feelings.

But the ending was always the same: rejection.

Now, he knelt before a girl,

his heart cradled in his trembling hands, eyes pleading, desperate…

But she crushed him with a single, cold word:

– Sorry… I don't love you… you're not the one I want.

The world collapsed around him,

sharp laughter slicing through his ears,

faces twisting in mockery.

He rose, defeated, burning with shame,

and ran...

ran from the pain that clung to him like an unshakable shadow.

He found himself at the door of a new love,

gripping his last fragile hope,

throwing it open in desperation…

Only for his heart to shatter instantly.

She was in bed… with his closest friend.

A raw, guttural scream tore from his throat:

– Noooooooooo! The only one… the only one who didn't reject me… betrayed me!

He dropped to his knees, pounding the floor with his fists,

his voice breaking apart:

– What's wrong with me?… Why do I always end up broken?… Why has love never been mine?

He ran again… but the mirrors caged him,

each one reflecting a new betrayal,

a face laughing, a heart slamming its door in his face.

And the mirrors showed no mercy…

they devoured the wreckage of his heart,

making his bleeding pain visible,

an agony with no end.