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This House Never Is Quiet

Zahra Oveisi · Creative Nonfiction · November 2026
am afraid. Not of things, not of people — of everything. Not the kind of fear that comes suddenly and passes, but a fear that has settled into my bones, grown roots there, and refuses to leave. I am afraid of waking up. Afraid of sleeping. Afraid of the hours in between. Afraid of this life that feels sealed shut — no door forward, no door back. Only walls. And I have been hitting these walls for years.When your husband is dead, when money runs out before the month does, when the house you live in feels more like a trap than shelter, hope becomes a word other people use. People who have not lived like this. People who still believe life bends if you push hard enough. I no longer believe that. I believe life crushes quietly, slowly, until there is nothing left that even remembers what it was to stand upright.They say humans survive on hope. But what if hope is a luxury you cannot afford?…
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