Abdul Muhammad
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I Fell in Love with My Patient’s Voice
I Fell in Love with My Patient’s Voice When Daniel first walked—or rather, limped—into my therapy room, silence followed him like a shadow. His throat was wrapped in a pale bandage that peeked above his collar, and his eyes were tired, the kind of tired that comes from fighting the pain of being unseen and unheard.
By Abdul Muhammad 3 months ago in Fiction
The House That Watches Back
The House That Watches Back The house on Ashgrove Lane wasn’t what they wanted — it was what they could afford. After months of searching, Emily and Daniel finally signed the papers. To Emily, it looked like something out of an old novel: creaking floors, ivy crawling up the walls, and a staircase that whispered under every step. To their eight-year-old daughter, Lily, it was “the fairy house.”
By Abdul Muhammad 3 months ago in Horror
A Room Full of Memories
A Room Full of Memories The attic smelled of cedar and dust — the kind of scent that wraps around old memories and refuses to let them go. Daniel hadn’t been up here since he was a teenager. Now, standing in the doorway with a box of cleaning supplies and a heart heavy with absence, he realized he didn’t know where to begin.
By Abdul Muhammad 3 months ago in Fiction
The Girl in the Red Umbrella
The Girl in the Red Umbrella The rain had been falling for seven straight mornings, soft and unrelenting, like the world was trying to wash itself clean. The city streets shimmered with reflections — puddles catching headlights and broken clouds. Daniel stood under the crooked metal awning of the bus stop, coffee in one hand, his tie damp at the edges.
By Abdul Muhammad 3 months ago in Fiction
How My Dog Became My Therapist: The Healing Power of Paws
How My Dog Became My Therapist: The Healing Power of Paws We often think of therapy as a room filled with quiet conversations, tissues, and deep reflection. But for me, therapy came in the form of four paws, a wagging tail, and eyes that seemed to understand pain without a single word spoken. My dog didn’t have a degree or a clipboard — but he had a gift: presence. And sometimes, that’s all we really need to start healing.
By Abdul Muhammad 3 months ago in Humans
Why Overthinking Is a Hidden Form of Control (and How to Let Go)
Why Overthinking Is a Hidden Form of Control (and How to Let Go) We call it “overthinking” like it’s a harmless mental habit — pacing thoughts, analyzing words, replaying moments. But beneath the surface, overthinking often hides something deeper, something far more powerful than indecision or worry. It’s a quiet attempt at control.
By Abdul Muhammad 3 months ago in Humans
Biofuels vs. Batteries: The Battle for the Future of Clean Energy
Biofuels vs. Batteries: The Battle for the Future of Clean Energy The race toward a cleaner, greener planet has taken humanity down two very different paths—one grown in the soil, the other mined from the earth. On one side are biofuels, created from plants, waste oils, and organic matter. On the other, batteries, charged by renewable electricity and ready to power everything from smartphones to semi-trucks.
By Abdul Muhammad 3 months ago in Journal
Learning to Stop Apologizing for Existing
Learning to Stop Apologizing for Existing By Abdul Muhammad I spent years believing that my presence, my voice, and even my very existence required justification. I apologized for breathing too loudly, for taking up space, for expressing opinions that didn’t align with others’ comfort zones. Each apology was a small surrender, a quiet attempt to make the world easier for everyone but myself. It never worked. Instead, it left me hollow, anxious, and unsure if I even deserved to exist fully.
By Abdul Muhammad 3 months ago in Humans
The Weight of Words Left Unsaid
The Weight of Words Left Unsaid By Abdul Muhammad There are moments in life when silence feels safer than truth. When the words resting on the edge of your tongue tremble with meaning but never find the courage to leave. You tell yourself that keeping quiet is the kinder thing to do — that silence will protect what’s fragile, that words, once spoken, might make things worse. But deep down, you know that silence carries its own kind of violence.
By Abdul Muhammad 3 months ago in Humans
