20/02/2025
FOR NIYAAZ SMITH 💔💔💔
They say the world keeps turning,
but today, it feels like it stopped.
Like the sun forgot to rise,
like the wind lost its way home.
You were only fourteen,
fourteen years of laughter and light,
of unspoken dreams and quiet battles,
of holding on, even when the weight felt unbearable.
But they didn’t see, did they?
The way words can cut deeper than knives,
the way silence can be louder than screams,
the way a heart can break
long before it ever stops beating.
They should have seen you.
Really seen you.
Beyond the walls you built,
beyond the shadows you stood in,
beyond the pain you carried
like an unwanted second skin.
But, Niyaaz
you were not the weight of their words.
Not the echoes of their cruelty.
Not the loneliness they forced upon you.
You were more.
More than the moments that broke you,
more than the scars they couldn’t see,
more than the battle you fought alone.
And I wish
I wish this world had been softer for you,
that the hands of kindness had reached you sooner,
that the love you deserved had wrapped itself around you
and never let go.
Ya Allah,
envelop him in Your mercy,
grant him peace beyond this world,
a place where no pain can touch him,
where love is whole and kindness never ends.
Let his name be a testimony that ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!
Let his story shake the silence,
let his memory remind the world
that no child should ever feel this alone again.
Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi rajioon 💔🤲🏻
- They Call Me Conscious 🖊️🌹
