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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Nighttime Whispers
The ancient mansion moaned and creaked like a wounded animal, its skeleton structure shaking against the night wind. For the most, it was merely a remnant, a forgotten ghost that haunted the town's outskirts. However, it was a secretive and shadowy playground for young Elias.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Fiction
The Gift of Time
Hypothesis: When a lady quits sleeping, she finds she has the power to manipulate time. She abuses this ability for her own benefit, but as she grows more and more cut off from society, she learns to understand the real cost of her "gift." The narrative delves into themes of power, loneliness, and the value of interpersonal relationships. The conclusion might be a terrible collapse brought on by her infatuation with time, or it could be a redemption story in which she gives up her power to save someone she loves.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Fiction
Because The Daughter Disclosed The Marriage Of Her Own Free Will, She Was Killed.
It was the third hour of the night when two pistol shots broke the silence of the cemetery in the air. The birds, who were spending the night on the triple tree in the house, flew away after hearing the sound of the shots. The first fire tore through the girl's bulging breast and sank her heart into the mattress on which the girl had slept for the last time tonight, as she had to get up after the trumpet was blown. The second fire also ripped through the middle of the chest and hid in the mattress. The victim's name was Hussina and her age was not more. She was quite young.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Criminal
Breaking the Chains of Quiet
Leela had continuously known her put within the world. Within the little town of Padampur, settled between areas of wheat and sugarcane, life was directed by convention, and convention managed hush. Ladies were anticipated to be respectful, to persevere without complaint, and to never, ever challenge the specialist of men—especially not somebody as capable as Thakur Sahab, the town proprietor.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Fiction
The Final Keeper of the Greenwood
With its ancient trees towering overhead and their branches entwining to form a canopy so thick that the sun's rays hardly touched the forest floor, Greenwood had always been a haven of mystery and beauty. The sounds of birdsong and rustling leaves filled the air, and the forest's inhabitants wandered freely, shielded from harm by an age-old sorcery. But the enchantment was waning. Greenwood was being twisted into something strange and horrible by an invisible darkness that was sensed in the ground itself.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Fiction
The Wolves That Whisper
At the border of the Darkwood, a land cloaked in terror and mystery, was the settlement of Arbrook. The locals had been whispering for decades about the beasts who lived there: wolves that could communicate in human tongues and lure people into the woods where they would never come out. Although Finn had heard these stories since he was a child, he didn't really believe them until the night Lyra, his sister, vanished.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Fiction
Valiant Driver For Uber Offers Passenger His Kidney
On Friday, John Harper was not feeling well. In October 2020, the 71-year-old, who had been receiving dialysis for a few years due to kidney failure, found himself at a vascular facility thirty miles away from his residence for the second time in a 24-hour period. His dialysis access port needed to be routinely declot, so his brother had driven him to the Vascular Institute in Vineland, New Jersey, the day before. However, that evening, it was blocked again.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Fiction
**The Enduring Feline**
Whiskers, my cherished cat, passed away in 2005. His body was placed on an armchair that evening in preparation for burial. Later that evening, as I was reading, he leaped onto the edge of my bed and sat there staring at me. His glowing, well-known emerald eyes appeared to say it all. We had a verbal exchange in which he told me to take immediate action rather than waiting for someone to replace him. A cat of the same kind was in desperate need of a home. And suddenly another cat materialized next to him, as though summoned by the very mention.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Fiction
**Goshtas Attack**
Jiya has always followed an inviolable morning regimen. She used to get up at precisely six in the morning, stretch, and drink her herbal tea while reading the news. Mimi, her cat, was a reassuring presence in her life; she would curl up next to her. Today, though, was distinct. She froze as she saw the headline, "Goshtas Attack Leaves City in Panic."
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Fiction
**The Top 4 Things People Say Immediately Before Dying from Cancer**
End-of-life experiences are rich in deep feelings, thought, and frequently, epiphanies. Many cancer patients' last words might provide insight into their innermost desires, anxieties, and thoughts. Comprehending these instances might aid family members and caregivers in offering enhanced assistance throughout such a trying period. Before passing away from cancer, the following four statements are frequently made by survivors:
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Families
"A Duo of Beagles"
The pair on their journey walked through the bitter cold night in search of safety during the dismal midwinter. The soon-to-be father looked along the side of the road for a house, an inn, or a stable where his partner, who was having a hard time, might spend the night safely. He glanced regularly in her direction. The new life developing inside her made her path heavier as she toiled on without complaining. They required a dry, comfortable location away from the chilly wind. It couldn't be here on the road when her time came.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Fiction
**Top Gun**
In the sky, Maverick was a ghost. His sleek, gray phantom of an F-14 Tomcat danced on the verge of consciousness. Below, everything was a patchwork quilt of green and blue, with sporadic patches of white headland. He was a predator, refined through years of experience and instinct, waiting for the opportunity to seize the instant the target grew to fill his visor.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a year ago in Fiction
