Abdul Wahab
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Writer. Always reading others to learn the art of writing, to express my stories for a better world.
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To Be No More: A Prince’s Resignation
Dear Will, We need to talk. And not in the way I usually “talk”—you know, those five-page monologues where I pause dramatically every six words and stare into the abyss while audiences scribble notes about "existential dread." No, I mean a real conversation. Well… as real as it gets when you're just ink and I’m just what spilled out of it.
By Abdul Wahab8 months ago in Journal
The Touch
I sat down on a small wooden stool, feeling relieved because I had found the sweet shop I had been looking for, and there were still some sweets left for sale. I had never thought it would take me the entire summer morning to reach the shop; it was such a remote place!
By Abdul Wahab9 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letter
Suddenly, it started raining. Mr. Firoz liked the rain. Whether it came suddenly, silently, or with grand thunder and fanfare — he liked it all the same. He walked into the living room with a cup of tea in hand. He pulled the curtain over the window. Though the rain wasn’t too heavy, he found it quite pleasant.
By Abdul Wahab9 months ago in Fiction
