Abdul Qayyum
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I Abdul Qayyum is also a passionate advocate for social justice and human rights. I use his platform to shine a light on marginalized communities and highlight their struggles, aiming to foster empathy and drive positive change.
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The Silent Room
A woman named Meera lived in a peaceful area of Lucknow, surrounded by courtyards fragrant with jasmine and winding lanes. She was now 35 years old, a teacher by trade, and well-known for her kind smile, modest sarees, and the way kids confided in her. The past she had buried deep, like an old diary hidden in the darkest corner of a locked closet, was hidden behind those kind eyes.
By Abdul Qayyum8 months ago in Fiction
The final letter that Samira wrote.
A young woman named Samira resided in the dusty fringes of a little village called Miranpur, tucked away between abandoned hills and meandering dirt roads. In Miranpur, the sun always appeared harsher, but Samira felt that the world she had to bear on her frail shoulders was the true burden of existence.
By Abdul Qayyum8 months ago in Fiction
THE LIFE STORY YOU HAVE
A little guy was sitting quietly one day, thinking. He had been battling feelings of uncertainty and self-doubt. He constantly felt ignored and underappreciated by others around him, regardless of how hard he tried. He was so frustrated that he went to his father, the only person he knew would know the answer.
By Abdul Qayyum11 months ago in Motivation
The Flight to Heaven’s Waterfall
The Waterfall Flight to Heaven Leo has viewed the world through an adventurous lens ever since he could remember. His backyard was an unexplored jungle full of mysteries, not just a piece of grass and dirt. A balloon was more than just a plaything; it was a spacecraft that could fly across unexplored galaxies. Crossing a break in the pavement was like navigating a vast valley, and stepping over a rock was like scaling a tall mountain. The wooden home in the yard was more than simply a building; it was a ferocious pig, a crafty wolf, and a powerful horse, all of which he had imagined it to be. He had an unbounded imagination.
By Abdul Qayyum11 months ago in Fiction
Second Fantasy Prologue . AI-Generated.
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. The quick current of the Great Bend River paused, wavering for a minute as if debating what to do next, and then started flowing in the wrong direction—something no one in Willow Reach had ever seen before. The locals gathered by the riverbank, their mouths agape in terror as fish floundered helplessly on the rocks, swimming against their will.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Fiction
The Final Word from Mars
For precisely 327 days, Commander Ellis Hale has been by himself on Mars. In order to get ready for future colonization, the 400-day mission was intended to be the longest manned expedition ever sent to the Red Planet. However, recent contact breakdowns with Earth had turned Hale's seclusion into a silent plunge into the unknown rather than a historic accomplishment. As she looked for solutions in the vast red desert surrounding her, Mars, still silent, pressed in from all sides.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Fiction
Getting Ready for the Wedding
Finding a caring spouse to share life's highs and lows with, starting a family, and forging a future together are all reasons why marriage is frequently a milestone that many people look forward to. I had dreamed about it for as long as I could remember, just like a lot of other people. I dreamed about my ideal life from an early age: a supportive life partner, times spent laughing and struggling together, and eventually becoming a parent and even a grandma. The moment has finally arrived for my dreams to begin to come true.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Fiction
There was only one rule: don’t open the door.
That was made very plain by Mia's grandmother, who held Mia's hand while speaking in a tremulous voice. Mia heard a gentle, purposeful knocking as soon as she entered the dusty old house, though, like though someone was waiting outside and aware of her presence.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Horror
My mother had me get married for financial gain
Because my mother wants her money, I'm now forced to put up with this terrible man molesting me. This is my love tale, and my name is Elena. He owns a chain of fast-food restaurants, did I mention that? Anything is possible for a woman who is married to a wealthy and "handsome" man like him. However, I refuse to wed him. I don't require his funds."Jesus, Mom, he's groping me right in front of you!"
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Fiction
The Room That We Left Behind
With her heels clicking on the smooth marble floor, Allegra entered the ballroom. With its enormous glass windows, chandeliers that hung like frozen waterfalls, and a constant buzz of chatter, the hotel was the height of luxury. She felt the weight of her deep blue dress fall perfectly over her body as she brushed the cloth. Tonight, she had worn it with intention; she was strong, self-assured, and every part of her was designed to radiate strength.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Fiction
