When the Vultures Come (A Wound Is Not a Feast) by Dr Haroon Rashid

When someone falls, do not circle their wound.
Their breaking is not your justice, their tears are not your healing.
Some arrive as friends, relatives, and well-wishers,
but hunger often hides behind familiar faces.
They ask, “What happened?” only to feed their tongue.
Beware, the one who enjoys your fall was never your person.
Someone’s trial is not the answer to your wound.
Do not confuse destiny with your revenge.
If you believe someone’s pain has come to answer yours,
then remember, by the same logic, your pain may also be answering someone else’s prayer.
Your pain was your test, their pain is theirs.
Each soul passes through chapters, phases, trials, losses, delays, awakenings, and hidden mercies written by the Almighty.
No one’s fall belongs to your ego.
Your pleasure in someone’s pain does not expose their weakness, it exposes your soul.
A broken chapter is not the whole book.
A wound is not a feast, and no one rises by feeding on another soul.
So when the vultures gather, do not bleed for them.
Offer them green grass.
Let them stand there confused, hungry, and disappointed.
Let hunger teach them what humanity could not.
Your wound was never their meal.





