Aariz ullah

Joined May 2025

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“A Love Letter I Never Meant to Send”
I wrote it on a rainy Tuesday — not because Tuesdays are special, but because grief doesn’t check calendars. The city was grey. My heart was greyer. And you, well... you were everywhere and nowhere all at once.
By Aariz ullah7 months ago in Confessions
"The Night My Shadow Talked Back"
It started on a Tuesday — one of those days that passes like a half-remembered dream. I had barely made it through work, mumbling through meetings, answering emails like a ghost. I didn’t remember eating lunch. Or breakfast. Or breathing.
By Aariz ullah7 months ago in Fiction
"From Rock Bottom to Rising Star"
How Hitting the Lowest Point Sparked the Greatest Rise Jaden Cole stood on the cracked sidewalk outside the last job interview he would fail that month. His worn-out shoes soaked up the slush of a cold November afternoon, and his thin jacket did little to shield him from the wind. Rejection had become so frequent it no longer stung—it simply settled like another weight on his shoulders.
By Aariz ullah7 months ago in Motivation
"Mind, Body, Balance: The Story of a Health Comeback
The alarm buzzed at 6:30 a.m., but Daniel had already been awake for half an hour. His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, his breath slow and heavy. For weeks now, sleep had become a stranger and fatigue his closest companion. His once-athletic body now ached from long hours spent hunched over a desk, and his thoughts often swirled in loops of stress, regret, and dissatisfaction.
By Aariz ullah7 months ago in Psyche
"Breaking Free from Overthinking"
Sana lay on her bed, wide awake at 2:13 a.m., staring at the ceiling. Her room was dark, except for the faint glow of her phone screen—still open to an unanswered message. It wasn’t urgent. It wasn’t even that important. But her mind wouldn’t let it go.
By Aariz ullah7 months ago in Motivation
My father in law last words that changed my marriage forever
I still remember the quiet hum of the ceiling fan as it circled above us, stirring the warm air in the small living room. My father-in-law sat in his favorite chair by the window, the golden light of the evening sun bathing his face in a soft glow. He was frail then, much thinner than I remembered, and the strength in his voice had weakened—but the clarity in his words that day remains carved into my memory forever.
By Aariz ullah7 months ago in Families
"Breaking Free from Overthinking"
Sana lay on her bed, wide awake at 2:13 a.m., staring at the ceiling. Her room was dark, except for the faint glow of her phone screen—still open to an unanswered message. It wasn’t urgent. It wasn’t even that important. But her mind wouldn’t let it go.
By Aariz ullah7 months ago in Motivation