Of course, here is Chapter 1 translated into English, keeping your name as Irfaan and preserving the emotional depth and literary tone:
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Chapter 1: Irfaan in the Pit of Isolation
In the heart of daylight, where even silence refused to listen, stood a man forgotten by the world.
Beneath the burning heat of the midday sun, away from the city's noise, Irfaan walked alone - abandoned not just by others, but slowly by himself too. A soul detached. No one to speak to, no one who would truly hear him. In a time where even those who once loved had faded, how was Irfaan supposed to hold on?
Once, clutching his chest and gasping through tears, Irfaan whispered:
"My father left me. My friends laughed at me. When I screamed, they made it a joke. In the end, I began talking only to the silence inside me."
This was not just isolation - it was the complete freezing of hope, a descent into madness, felt only by the ones truly alone.
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Explanation:
Irfaan's journey didn't start with failure or rebellion, but with an invisible fall - into a pit dug deep by silence and abandonment. He walked a path where even he no longer knew where he was headed, surrounded by a vacuum that didn't echo his pain back to him.
Family became nothing more than a blurred memory. Even his name - Irfaan - slowly vanished from the tongues of those who once called him with love. People still said it, but it lacked soul. Eventually, even Irfaan tried to let go of that name.
But that Irfaan - he still lived, buried inside. A version of him louder than silence, stronger than rejection.
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Let me know when you're ready for Chapter 2, or if you'd like this formatted for submission.
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Chapter 1: Irfaan in the Pit of Isolation
In the heart of daylight, where even silence refused to listen, stood a man forgotten by the world.
Beneath the burning heat of the midday sun, away from the city's noise, Irfaan walked alone - abandoned not just by others, but slowly by himself too. A soul detached. No one to speak to, no one who would truly hear him. In a time where even those who once loved had faded, how was Irfaan supposed to hold on?
Once, clutching his chest and gasping through tears, Irfaan whispered:
"My father left me. My friends laughed at me. When I screamed, they made it a joke. In the end, I began talking only to the silence inside me."
This was not just isolation - it was the complete freezing of hope, a descent into madness, felt only by the ones truly alone.
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Explanation:
Irfaan's journey didn't start with failure or rebellion, but with an invisible fall - into a pit dug deep by silence and abandonment. He walked a path where even he no longer knew where he was headed, surrounded by a vacuum that didn't echo his pain back to him.
Family became nothing more than a blurred memory. Even his name - Irfaan - slowly vanished from the tongues of those who once called him with love. People still said it, but it lacked soul. Eventually, even Irfaan tried to let go of that name.
But that Irfaan - he still lived, buried inside. A version of him louder than silence, stronger than rejection.
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Let me know when you're ready for Chapter 2, or if you'd like this formatted for submission.
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