A loud silence - Hamda Saleh

And at a moment of heedlessness .. the horn of the train of life woke me up, passing quickly, crushing me, and I rolled between my feet, a skull of my foolishness, I looked like a stone statue, neither weakness nor submission nor crying nor tears, between fear and pride, I carried my limbs, and in a valley with no end, I buried what remained of me, hoping that a flower would grow on this ruin. I rebuilt the burdened heart, repaired what time had broken easily, it was closed, and I heard its deafening squeal in silence.