Aariz ullah
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The Anatomy of a Broken Promise
The Anatomy of a Broken Promise A broken promise is not just an absence of action; it is a body with bones, nerves, and scars. If you lay it on a table and dissect it carefully, you will find each organ still pulsing with betrayal, each vein still carrying the weight of words once spoken but never kept.
By Aariz ullah4 months ago in Poets
When Memories Expire
When Memories Expire In my world, memories come with an expiration date. They call it The Fading. On the day you’re born, a thin silver band is embedded in your wrist, glowing faintly with shifting numbers. Those numbers count down the days until each memory vanishes forever. Some memories last years. Others disappear in weeks. No one knows why the timers vary. You just learn to live with the quiet dread of forgetting.
By Aariz ullah4 months ago in Fiction
The Five-Second Decisions That Shape Our Lives”
The Five-Second Decisions That Shape Our Lives Some people believe that the most important decisions in life are grand ones—choosing a career, marrying a partner, buying a house. Those certainly matter, but in my experience, it’s the quick choices—the ones we make in less than five seconds—that carry the greatest weight. They are the tiny hinges on which the big doors of our lives swing.
By Aariz ullah4 months ago in Motivation
The Day I Stopped Saying Yes to Everything
The Day I Stopped Saying Yes to Everything My therapist called it "people-pleasing." She said it was a learned behavior, a coping mechanism I'd developed to avoid conflict and earn approval. I'd always been a yes-person. A perpetual nodding head, a willing participant in anyone's whirlwind. I'd say yes to extra shifts at work, yes to weekend camping trips with a group I barely knew, yes to volunteering for committees, yes to helping friends move furniture – even when my own apartment was a disaster zone. I was a walking, talking embodiment of the phrase "I'm happy to help." But underneath the surface, a quiet rebellion was brewing. I was exhausted. Overwhelmed. And frankly, resentful.
By Aariz ullah5 months ago in Motivation
The Worst Blind Date Ever
The Worst Blind Date Ever by Aariz ullah I should’ve known the night was doomed when my Uber driver called me “grandma” and asked if I needed help buckling in. I’m thirty-two. Thirty-two! Granted, I was wearing a cardigan, but it had sequins. Sequins are festive, not geriatric.
By Aariz ullah5 months ago in Humor
