Fine Art
The Art That Awoke Me
The Art That Awoke Me — A Journey from Silence to Self-Expression Through Creativity — For most of my early life, I lived in the shadows — not of others, but of myself. I wasn’t shy, nor was I socially withdrawn. But I was silent in the ways that mattered. I had thoughts I couldn't express, feelings I couldn't explain, and a world inside me that had no voice.
By Muhammad Ansar9 months ago in Art
The Echo of Kindness
The city breathed in its usual rhythm - a symphony of honking taxis, chattering crowds, and hurried footsteps that never seemed to slow. Neon signs flickered to life as evening fell, painting the sidewalks in pools of electric color. Ten-year-old Mia clutched her father's hand tighter as they navigated the bustling streets, her small fingers nearly lost in his warm grip.
By Umar Farooq9 months ago in Art
Golden Scars
Golden Scars: Finding Strength and Beauty in What Was Once Shattered The teacup lay in fragments on the floor. It wasn’t just any cup—it was her mother’s. A delicate porcelain piece with blue cranes etched around its rim, a small chip already resting on the handle like a scar from the past. Mina stood still, staring at the pieces, heart clenched as if it too had shattered.
By Muhammad Ansar9 months ago in Art
The Brushstrokes of Life
The Brushstrokes of Life: Every Color Tells a Story The smell of turpentine and drying paint clung to the old studio like a memory that refused to fade. The room was filled with canvases—some blank, some half-finished, and others complete, hanging proudly on the walls like silent storytellers. In the center stood an easel, and before it, an aging man with silver-threaded hair and paint-speckled hands—Ibrahim.
By Muhammad Ansar9 months ago in Art
Custom Shirt Printing: What you Need to Know before you buy
The Growing Trend of Personalized Apparel The custom shirt printing industry in Dallas has experienced an impressive 27% growth since 2020. This transformation represents a clear shift in consumer preferences, moving away from mass-produced clothing in favor of customized options that reflect:
By Qamar Hussain9 months ago in Art
I Published a Story Online and Thought No One Would Read It
I still remember the moment I clicked “Publish.” It was 2:16 a.m., and my cursor hovered over that button for what felt like forever. My heart raced—not from fear exactly, but from the kind of vulnerability that comes when you bare a piece of your soul to a silent crowd.
By Muhammad Sabeel9 months ago in Art
Memories - part 2
A simple thought crossed my mind at that moment. I thought I’d jot it down somewhere. The memories I talked about in my previous writing piece, if you read it, I mentioned some "lost memories". If put together plainly - we are humans. As humans, from the very moment we are born, we see things, we hear things, we learn what is taught to us and we live. In the entire process whatever life has thrown at us or in other words, "taught us" or made us who we are now, or who we have grown to be - those moments or so-called life lessons become quite valuable to us. We even end up calling them “cherished memories”. But with everything, somewhere along the way, each moment, each day, the things we do, or the way we lived a day, or a month, or a year, with time we end up losing most of the memories. It kind of fades away with time. We aren’t invincible neither are our brains. We aren’t machines. We possibly can't always remember every single thing we did in our lives.
By Ealisha Acharya9 months ago in Art
The Art of Letting Go
The Art of Letting Go Subtitle: Learning to Heal, Move On, and Find Peace in Life’s Unfinished Chapters I used to believe that holding on was a form of strength. That the more tightly I clung to people, memories, and dreams, the less likely they were to slip away. But life, with all its unexpected twists, has a way of teaching us differently — gently, and sometimes not so gently.
By Muhammad Ansar9 months ago in Art
