Inspiration

The Village of Jamal From Fields to Future
The Village of Jamal BY: Ubaid There was once a small village named Rizwan Malghani. It was a quiet settlement where people lived simple lives, relying entirely on farming for survival. The men tilled the fields from dawn to dusk, while the women worked alongside them, ensuring that the family hearth never went cold. Life was modest; people ate what they grew, and a meal of lentils and bread was considered sufficient blessing.
By Ubaid 5 months ago in Art
Khawars Broken Idol
Khawar’s Broken Idol BY: Ubaid Arif Majeed Arif’s son, Khawar, belonged to a cultured and educated family with a deep love for knowledge. Both his parents were highly qualified and had a refined literary taste. His elder siblings were studying at reputable institutions, and just like the rest of the family, Khawar too developed a strong interest in reading. Their house always had newspapers and quality magazines for both adults and children. Surrounded by such an environment, it was only natural for Khawar to turn toward books.
By Ubaid 5 months ago in Art
The Rooster, the Dog, and the Donkey A Lesson in Contentment
The Rooster, the Dog, and the Donkey: A Lesson in Contentment BY: Ubaid Once upon a time, in a small village, there lived a washerman named Professor Dr. F.H. Farooqi. Despite his distinguished title, he led a simple life and had three loyal companions: a donkey, a dog, and a rooster. Each of them had their own routines and roles, yet they shared a peaceful existence under the care of their master.
By Ubaid 5 months ago in Art
From Tea Stall to Triumph The Inspiring Journey of Ali
The Journey of Ali BY: Ubaid Riaz Ahmed had just closed his eyes when his mother’s familiar voice echoed in his ears, “Wake up, son. It’s time to go to work.” For him, the nights always seemed as short as a blink, but the days stretched out endlessly like a hundred years.
By Ubaid 5 months ago in Art
The Lazy Lion Cub
The Lazy Lion Cub BY: Ubaid on a time, deep inside a vast forest, there lived a lioness with her two little cubs. She loved them both dearly and took great care of them. In the early days, while the cubs were still small and weak, she would hunt tirelessly every day, bringing them fresh meat so their bellies were always full. The cubs would play, wrestle, and sleep peacefully, never worrying about food, because their mother’s strength kept them safe and satisfied.
By Ubaid 5 months ago in Art
The Silent Strength of Zaman
The Story of My Brother Zaman BY:Khan My name is Zubaida Rasheed, and I am the sister of seven brothers. Out of these, six of them reached respectable and high positions in their careers, while the seventh—my dearest brother Zaman—seemed to fall behind in the race of life. Perhaps fate had placed a veil over his path, or perhaps he carried the burden of too much love and sacrifice in his heart. Whatever it was, Zaman remained different.
By Khan 5 months ago in Art
Mystics Blessing A Journey from Pride to Compassion
“A Mystic’s Blessing: BY:Khan A Journey from Pride to Compassion”Today, the divine punishment that has descended upon the world is a result of humanity’s disobedience to Allah and their excessive love for wealth and possessions. Every individual now turns to repentance. Our habit has become such that whenever a personal or collective calamity strikes, we rush to God in repentance. But when the trouble passes, we return to our selfish lives—helping no one, and considering anyone poorer than ourselves as inferior. There is neither true love for God nor for His creation; only self-love and love for one’s own children remain.
By Khan 5 months ago in Art
Aunt Grace and the Companions of the Forest
Aunt Grace and the Companions of the Forest It was during my stay in Europe that this unforgettable incident took place. I was visiting London and staying at my friend’s house. One morning, while we were sitting together, she suddenly said,
By Khan 5 months ago in Art
The Race of Health and Friendship
The Race of Health and Friendship BY: Ubaid Ahmed gulped down the glass of milk his mother had placed before him and rushed outside with excitement glowing on his face. Today was not just any ordinary day for him—it was one of the most awaited days of the school year. The annual sports festival was right around the corner, and Ahmed was determined to shine in the race. For months he had dreamed of winning first place, and this year he was ready to turn that dream into reality.
By Ubaid 5 months ago in Art
“Les pêcheurs de perles”
“Les pêcheurs de perles: A Symphony of Love and Loss" In my work, "Les pêcheurs de perles," I’ve created a mixed-media piece that explores the themes of love, loss, and the profound connection between two souls. The title, which translates to "The Pearl Fishers," is a direct reference to the opera by Georges Bizet. The central narrative of the opera—a deep friendship challenged by love and sacrifice—serves as the emotional anchor for this piece. The painting is a dynamic collage of color, text, and unconventional materials. The central space is dominated by text blocks that quote a pivotal moment from the opera, a conversation between two friends, Nadir and Zurga, who are fishermen. The fragments, "YOUR HEART UNDERSTOOD MINE," are repeated and broken up across the canvas, reflecting the fragmented nature of memory and the way we cling to certain phrases or moments from a powerful relationship. The text, rendered in bold red and white, stands out against a backdrop of deep blues, purples, and blacks, a visual representation of the tumult of the sea and the emotional depths of the human heart. The use of ripped paper from old books or manuscripts adds a layer of history and scholarship, suggesting that the emotions explored here are timeless and universal, a part of a larger human narrative.
By Slgtlyscatt3red5 months ago in Art
“Breaking Free”
My thoughts: This is a very special piece to me. I made it back when I was in college, unknowing of the symbolism of it, not really paying attention to that aspect. What I can tell you now is I think this piece definitely represents me, and breaking through all of the struggles I have been in throughout my life. I used to be too nervous to share my art, thinking that I'm just not a good enough artist. Now, as I look at myself, as I have learned to overcome all these obstacles and learn to start loving myself, I look at this painting and think "wow, what an amazing individual". That makes me happier than anything.
By Slgtlyscatt3red5 months ago in Art
A Tale of Two Triumphs: The Parallel Journeys of Zipho Memela
The name Zipho Memela resonates in two distinct, yet equally inspiring, spheres of South African achievement. In a rare instance of a shared name creating a public profile, two different individuals, both with roots in KwaZulu-Natal, have carved out significant legacies: one in the dynamic world of hip-hop and the other in the impactful realm of entrepreneurship. This article explores the parallel paths of these two remarkable figures, showcasing how talent, determination, and a unique vision can lead to success, regardless of the field.
By Kin Mancook5 months ago in Art