One’s inner voice

One’s inner voice
Hi, I’m Mahmud, and one morning I felt different. At first, I thought it was just my imagination. But then I realized I could hear everyone’s inner voice: the silent thoughts, the fears, the hopes that they never said out loud. I could hear them all. In crowded places, it was overwhelming. Too many inner voices, each carrying doubts, dreams, and regrets. Some voices are loud with pain, others soft with wonder, and even some of them with dark secrets. Most are just trying to be heard by themselves. It’s a gift and a burden. I see behind masks. I know when someone is smiling but breaking down inside. I know that when someone is stressed, anxious, worried, or even has problems, it can be overwhelming, but I tried to help whenever I could, even with a small word or a kind gesture. But the hardest part was that many don’t even hear their own voice. So I listened quietly, respectfully. I carried their truths in my heart. Because sometimes, all someone needs is to be heard. But the next morning, my ability was gone. I was a little sad that my ability was gone, but not being able to hear everyone’s inner voice made me relaxed, and I could sleep, study, or even play without any disruption.