A Black Heart | یک قلب سیاه تیم ترجمۀ انجمن رمان ۹۸

malakeh · 25/7/22

Sometimes black hearts miss... They miss their past feelings, their appearance in the past, past people,
past memories,
that's why they become more nervous, stone-turned, colder, harsher... and exactly when they go in front of the mirror...
They vent their hearts and minds on their image in the mirror... :)
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malakeh · 25/7/22

There are a group of people whose hearts are black from the outside...
but when you enter their hearts, blood drips...
this blood is not a sign of love and affection, this blood is a sign of the opening of their old wounds...
they are so saturated with these wounds that when these wounds open, this redness turns into the blackness of their hearts in a hundredth of a second... and this hurts more than any blackness and pure hatred... :)
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malakeh · 25/7/22

You always remember the most wounds from someone you don't expect at all.
You think there is no better person than this person...
you think she is a saint in every sense... and just when you make her an idol and put it in the middle of your heart to circumambulate and worship her, she bruises, burns and tears your heart with the sharpness of her words.
At that time, you will be a monkey with an empty chest and a heart that you gave to be loved,
but... you received her ashes... :)
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malakeh · 25/7/22

These days, you have to hit and break hearts so that they will be mad at you... lie so that they care about you...
you have to change your color so that they love you...
you have to stab, break their trust, pretend to be something you are not.. You have to be selfish and proud,
you have to be self-confident and free of commitment so that they think about you...
These days, if you are honest and without hypocrisy...
if you are kind...
if you are committed and one-hearted...
" You Are Alone" :)
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malakeh · 27/7/22

The mistake of those of us who have black hearts was that we judged people who did not even deserve the title of "human"... we didn't say what they had to say in order to maintain dignity, When we said to break our pride, it was doom and gloom...
When we said it was okay to burn our character, it happened...
When we said it was okay to torture our soul, everyone makes mistakes...
The end result of this short story was called a big hatred in two frozen eyes and a person who is full of voids.
The end... a bitter smile in the mirror and a shoulder full of hair with a white streak in his vision,
which is the result of the words he didn't say...
The result is hands that tremble from the pain of our hearts, the wishes that should be kept in the picture frame... the result is Walking in the middle of the city under the rain, wishing for an accident,
saying I'm sorry,
may God have mercy on everyone, to let everyone know that it's easy and you can't destroy me more than this...
It was our own stupidity that we trusted, and for the one who turned us back ten kilometers
We ran... I wish we would have understood sooner... like when every round is not a walnut...
"Every human is not a human"
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malakeh · 27/7/22

I don't know why everything is the opposite for a series of us.
wWhen you smirk; It should hurt the other person, but I don't know why our smile hurts us too!
When you curse someone
even though you know that you can't forgive them... but more than that, your own heart hurts...
when you want to burn your memories... you burn instead of them and become ashes...but it's painful.
The most forgiveness is when you decide to make yourself comfortable and forget everything...
your life falls on a wave of repetition...
and everything repeats itself from the beginning...
is there a hidden camera?
Or are you kidding me?
If it's a joke, it will end at the cost of my life... :)
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malakeh · 27/7/22

The hardest part of work is when you fight with yourself... you are constantly struggling for something you want...
but you tell yourself that you shouldn't want it...
that is, you want something you shouldn't want very much.
right there, at the same moment, at the same second, you get away from everything and everyone... you get tired...
you hit the off button on your heart...
you know it's the hand of your brain... where your brain orders to build a strong cement wall around your heart ...
you are no longer able to deal with them.
When your hand goes to destroy that wall, your brain stops you by showing you the memory...
and you welcome it with a smile because it stopped your stupidity until this time in a white room with your hands tied and a handful of tranquilizers. Departments and doctors who are trying to prevent you from becoming more crazy, don't find you...:)
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malakeh · 29/7/22

If a wound is on your heart, you can't remove that wound from your heart!
And you can't remove your heart... a wound is a piece of your heart... if there is no wound, it is not my heart...
If you don't want to have a wound, you must close your heart and Throw away...
How can you throw away your heart? ... wound and heart are the same... ... but my heart is different... when it is saturated with wounds... instead of blood... hate and pain drips from it...:)
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malakeh · 29/7/22

Sometimes you are in pain, sometimes your heart breaks, sometimes the pain penetrates into every single cell and every single molecule of your body. You try to forget, you try to forgive.
You try to erase it from your mind, but... one night when you sit down... everything passes in front of your eyes for no reason. All your efforts will be in vain... everything you had done will turn into ashes instead of cotton... you will stare at the wall facing you and think that if someone scratched your heart this time, how will you talk to him in the most dramatic way possible.
Throw your pain in their face. You review your words over and over again, write paper and depict your pain, line up your arguments... but when you face them, you set fire to your paper and put a mask over your face and smile... you giggle and start talking normally. You hit... you don't say anything, you don't say a word so as not to hurt and hurt... because you are not like them, your mind and heart are not sick... you don't like to destroy someone's dream... you are willing to suffer yourself to be hurt Say bad words and hurt and break your heart like no one else.
That's when your heart freezes and you think without crying... you think and make decisions and cut people out of your life.
And you continue your way with your own logic... :)
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