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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My coworker took her own life. Her coworkers came to her aid.
*Notice of Bereavement* was the simple headline of the email that arrived on a Monday morning. This one stuck out in our business world, where everything was timed and filled with emails. Before I even clicked to open it, a sense of dread and weight descended upon me.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Fiction
How I wooed the boyfriend of my closest friend
My best friend Emma was the closest person on the earth before she started dating. She was too focused on her romance to spend much time with her friends. I didn't know why until I met her boyfriend. Jason was the perfect example of a man. He was six feet tall, grinned, and had blond and blue eyes. He seemed to have a thing for Emma. I was happy for her, but I couldn't help but feel jealous. It's hard to be single, and it gets harder when your best friend seems to be having a great time.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Fiction
"Code of Silence"
It was perilous to use words in the dark city of Atris. The government's Lexicon Committee strictly regulated language, turning ordinary speech into a list of uninteresting, officially sanctioned words. An unexpected metaphor, a deft word choice, or a candid admission were all grounds for arrest in case of creative departure. Vocal alteration surgery was the cruel form of punishment, removing all color and nuance from the voice and leaving it lifeless and monotonous. It meant losing your voice to break the code.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Fiction
“The Empty Cradle”
Amina sat by the kitchen window, gazing at the support within the corner of the room. The little, unpredictably carved wooden support had been a wedding blessing from her mother-in-law, Saira. It had been five a long time, and the support remained purged, a consistent reminder of her disappointment within the eyes of her family. The weight weighed on her like an overwhelming stone, crushing her soul day by day.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Fiction
I Detest Every Stepmother On The Planet.
My name is Razia, and if you could even call it that, my house is barely standing and is like a shattered tent. There's no door, only a frayed and unkempt curtain that billows in the breeze, a weak partition separating my world from the outside. She gave me a startled look as I welcomed her; it was as though she was shocked that I was still alive. Where should I sit when she told me to? There was nowhere to take a seat. Nothing to settle onto.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Fiction
"The Mysterious Aunty Next Door: A Cricket Game Led Me to Her Dark Secret"
Every evening when we lived in Hasilpur, we would play cricket on a vacant patch of land close to our home. Faiza Aunty's house was just across from the site. It had only been a few days since her family moved in. We had only seen her and her hubby thus far. Nobody dared to inquire, and no one knew if her family included any other members. Aunty was a recluse who shunned social situations. She was known for being strict, and she never gave back a cricket ball that fell into her yard. Rather, she would emerge, furious and grimacing, chastising us for upsetting her tranquility.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Fiction
**At Popeyes, I Met an Angel. What He Spoke Astonished Me!**
It was a Tuesday afternoon, one of those days when the beginning of the week and the calm expectation of the weekend kind of blended together. I was surprised by how hungry I felt after finishing my errands. Enticed by the promise of crispy chicken and those irresistibly buttery biscuits, I turned into a nearby Popeyes parking lot.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Fiction
“She Waited for the Bus, But a Ghost Train Arrived Instead—What Happened Next Will Haunt You!"
**The Ghost of the Train Station** It was the kind of night when a heavy, chilling fog enveloped the town. In Arbovale, people rarely stayed out late, especially in the area around the former rail station. Everyone agreed that the station should have been demolished long ago, but nobody could quite recall when the trains ceased running.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Fiction
The Landlady
Moving has never been Margot's thing. She always felt as though she was being forced to pull herself from the cozy ground where she had established herself. But she was stuck this time. Her previous apartment's rent had increased by almost twenty percent, and her income hadn't kept up with that. And so here she was, hauling her bags up the stairs of an old Victorian house, the exterior of which had faded to yellow, now divided into several flats.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Fiction
PIXEL MURDER: CRIMES AND RESPONSIBILITIES IN THE DIGITAL EVIL
The only sound in the flat was the computer's faint hum. With her eyes fixed on the screen, Hannah sat crouched over her desk. She tapped away at the keyboard, her fingers dancing over the countless lines of code. A digital terrain unfolded in front of her, a grid of opportunities. Hannah saw it as a canvas, even though it was just letters and numbers to the inexperienced eye.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Fiction
The Deep Dive
Finn was the name of a baby dolphin that lived with his family in the clear, warm waters of a shallow lagoon. With sunlit waves, lively fish, and a reassuring sense of security, the lagoon was a heaven. Finn enjoyed the comforting familiarity of the lagoon, the soft currents that carried him with ease, and the amiable marine life he encountered on a daily basis. Finn was most afraid of the deep water, though, in spite of everything else.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Fiction
