When Love withers in Silence

<p><em>Where Words Were Never Spoken</em></p><p>There is a particular kind of grief that doesn't announce itself. It does not arrive in a coffin or with a funeral yet it buries something holy-slowly daily and often unnoticed. This book was born in the quiet spaces where lovers once whispered but now only sigh. It came to life in counseling rooms beneath tear-soaked pillows in long sleepless nights filled with aching questions and no answers.</p><p><em>When Love Withers in Silence</em> is not merely a study of relationships. It is an autopsy of disconnection. A slow unraveling of the invisible threads that bind two souls. In writing this I did not seek to diagnose accuse or solve-but to witness. To name what goes unnamed in so many partnerships: the slow death of affection not by betrayal or violence but by absence. By silence.</p><p>Let this book not be read as judgment but as reflection. Not as certainty but as possibility. For even a dying garden can bloom again-with attention with water with time.</p><p>- <em>Fazal Abubakkar Esaf</em></p><p> </p>