Across the deserts, a whisper still lives, the name of a healer sent to ease human pain. He was called Ibne Maryam, and wherever he walked, suffering loosened its grip. The Gospels and the Holy Quran remember the miracle of his touch, a mercy placed in his hands by the Divine. In the Christian scripture he appears as Jesus Christ; in the Qur'anic narrative as Isa ibn Maryam, a sign of compassion.

He gave sight to eyes that had never known light. He cleansed bodies by illness. Even those who slept in the darkness of graves rose again at the sound of his voice. Broken flesh remembered wholeness.

And yet, the heart of the poet remains unsatisfied. Mirza Ghalib breathes his longing:

Ibne Maryam huwa karay koi

Meray dukh ki dawa karay koi

Yes, a Messiah once walked the earth. Pain was driven out of wounded bodies. But there are pains that have no name, and wounds that do not bleed.

Some sorrows sit inside the soul. They cannot be touched by hands, nor lifted by miracles. They are the loneliness of being human, the ache of searching for meaning. It is this inward affliction that makes Ghalib........

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