"I stopped taking the medicine in the evening."

nasir3738 (37)in #sunset • 3 days ago

The sun was sinking slowly, like it didn’t want to leave just yet. It hovered near the rooftops, a soft orange coin caught between day and night. The mosque stood quietly in the distance, its tall minarets rising above the low houses, watching over the town the way it had for generations.

Leaves rustled in the evening breeze, brushing against one another as if whispering old secrets. Smoke and mist lingered in the air—leftovers from cooking fires, from long days of work, from lives unfolding in small, ordinary ways. Power lines cut across the sky, thin and dark, tying the modern world to something much older beneath it all.

Somewhere nearby, a call to prayer was about to begin. The town seemed to hold its breath, pausing in that sacred in-between moment. Children were being called home, shopkeepers were closing their shutters, and tired hearts were turning inward.

For a few minutes, everything felt gentle. The noise softened. The light warmed every wall, every leaf, every memory. And in that quiet glow, the town remembered who it was—not just a place of buildings and wires, but a place of faith, routine, hope, and countless stories lived under the same setting sun.

Evening