This Body Was Never Mine
AhsanJaved
あらすじ
Some souls fall so deeply into darkness that the path back becomes almost invisible. They wear masks-so many masks-to make the world believe everything is fine, while inside, they drown in quiet self-loathing. And when such a soul still dares to extend a trembling hand, it is both a cry for hope and an act of fear-fear of being hurt, of being cast aside. In moments like these, many secretly pray for an angel-a guardian who arrives cloaked in light and healing power. Yet these angels are rarely celestial beings. More often, they are human-people gifted with something rare, who choose to use their gifts selflessly for the sake of others. But do such people still exist-those who recognize their talents as sacred and share them without hesitation? Do we even know that these gifts live within us? Every human being holds hidden powers-abilities that can awaken through conscious awareness. Sometimes they burn bright, sometimes they flicker faintly, but they are always greater than we dare to imagine. And those who once felt their gift may not even realize how precious it was-until it fades. Because true strength is born only from gratitude.