History has never recorded a silent collapse. Every fallen empire, every ruined kingdom, every lost civilization left behind echoes of its own destruction—cries of war, screams of rebellion, whispers of resistance. But this? This is different.
We are watching our world crumble, and yet, there is no uproar. No defiance. No collective grief.
Just quiet resignation, as if this decay was inevitable. As if there is no point in fighting what is already rotting.
Truth is twisted until it loses meaning. Injustice parades in daylight, and we call it progress. Those who dare to question are silenced, and those who stay silent are rewarded.
And so, we stand at the edge of ruin, not with a roar—but with a shrug.
What happens when a civilization no longer mourns its own downfall? When the pillars of morality collapse, but no one remembers why they were built in the first place? When everything sacred turns to ash, yet no one weeps?
A civilization that does not cry for itself is one that has already lost. The real tragedy is not destruction itself—it is the silence that follows.
The most non-human and disgusting thing about humans is having a heart that doesn’t feel, see, hear, or understand. And neither does it try.
The most non-human thing about humans is having a heart that doesn’t feel, see, hear, or understand.
— Sadia Hakim
— Sadia Hakim
A civilization crumbles, but no one screams. No one mourns. Maybe that’s the real tragedy—not the fall, but the silence. A Generation That Feels Nothing stands among the ruins, untouched and unmoved.