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 Executioners
The Executioners Scratch Adams walked back to Henry's Lunch-Room, his intellect twirling with the picture of Ole Andreson, surrendered and unaffected. The shadows of the early evening stretched, casting a somber tint over the little town of Summit, Illinois. The weight of his discussion with Andreson waited intensely, each step back to the lunchroom reverberating a sense of looming fate.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
The Shadows
The Shadows The ancient house on Hemlock Path sat slouched and brooding, its once fantastic exterior presently a canvas of peeling paint and split windows. Sarah, as of late stranded, took a profound breath and ventured onto the congested yard. The discussion hung overwhelming with the fragrance of rot and something else, a metallic tang that pricked her nostrils.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
### Counterfeit Pulse
Within the year 2047, AI caretakers had ended up in a common location in retirement homes. These advanced robots were outlined to help the elderly with their everyday needs, advertising companionship and care in an age where human consideration was a rare product. One such AI, assigned AID-274 but lovingly called Aiden by the inhabitants, was positioned at Meadowbrook Retirement Domestic.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
The Paper Zoological garden
George's childhood was a kaleidoscope of striking, charming minutes, centered around his mother's enchanted capacity to bring origami paper creatures to life. His mother, a Chinese worker and mail-order bride, made these sensitive animals from brightly colored paper. With a delicate breath, she would quicken them, and George would observe in amazement as a paper tiger lurked around his room, or a paper crane vacillated to roost on his bear. These paper creatures were not fair toys; they were images of adore, association, and the social legacy his mother held expensive.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
### The Box and the Clock
### The Box and the Clock The room was resplendent, an antique from a bygone period where craftsmanship was an craftsmanship, and each piece told a story. Overlaid backdrop, perplexing crown molding, and rich, velvet wraps surrounded the windows. A fantastic chandelier hung from the ceiling, its gems catching the evening sun and casting rainbows over the dividers. However, in the midst of all this splendor, my eyes were settled on the granddad clock within the corner. Its pendulum swung systematically, and with each swing, a profound, resounding chime reverberated through the room. “Bong, bong, bong.”
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of a Smashed Adore
Echoes of a Smashed Adore Maya sat by the window of her interesting coastal cabin, the sound of waves slamming against the shore a consistent update of her turbulent feelings. It had been five a long time since Leo vanished without a follow, taking off her with nothing but recollections and unanswered questions. Nowadays, be that as it may, it is diverse. In her hands, she held a letter stamped from the day he vanished, its paper matured and yellowed, but the ink still dynamic with his commonplace penmanship.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
The Unending Chase
The Unending Chase The sound of my possess breath is all I can listen to, each pant for discussion more honed and more frantic than the final. I do not know when the bad dream began, but it feels like I've been running until the end of time. Each night, without falling flat, I discover myself in this unending chase, sought after by a substance I can never see but continuously feel. It's like a dull nearness that sneaks fair past the edge of my vision, a shadow that animates my pulse and fixes my chest with fear.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
The Chronicles of Andrew Detmer
The Chronicles of Andrew Detmer Seattle young person Andrew Detmer lived within the shadow of ceaseless anguish. Bullied at school and mishandled by his alcoholic father Richard, Andrew's life was an embroidered artwork of torment and hardship. His mother Karen's fight with cancer encouraged his delicate presence. His comfort came from his cousin, Matt Garetty, a guide of bolster in the midst of the chaos.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
Deadpool & Wolverine
Deadpool & Wolverine Within the calm edges of Madripoor, where the neon lights of the bustling city flashed like anxious spirits, a figure clad in ruddy and dark stood on a disintegrating building. The soldier of fortune known as Deadpool studied the scene with a bored moan. His twin katanas were strapped to his back, and his trusty guns were holstered at his sides. The night was youthful, and he was tingling for a few activities.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
The Whispering Mirror
The Whispering Mirror The Mirror stood within the corner of the faintly lit shop, hung in a dusty, blood red velvet cloth that implied an age of overlooked splendor. Jonathan Whitaker, a collector of collectibles and relics, found himself mysteriously drawn to it. The businessperson, a thin man with empty eyes, took note of his intrigued ness and rearranged it.
By Abdul Qayyum2 years ago in Fiction
