Abid Malik
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Writing stories that touch the heart, stir the soul, and linger in the mind
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The Night I Almost Forgot My Own Name
It began as an ordinary evening, though now I realize nothing about that night was ordinary. The sky was a dull shade of ash, with clouds moving like tired travelers. I had been walking home after a long day, my mind heavy with thoughts I didn’t dare to speak aloud. My name—Evan Carter—felt like a familiar anchor in my mind, something steady in the chaos of life. But within hours, even that anchor would slip from my grasp.
By Abid Malik5 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Chair
It was a bright summer morning in Ohio. The neighborhood bustled with life — children playing, dogs barking, and wind chimes ringing on front porches. But in one quiet corner, in a rusted white house with peeling paint, an old man named Walter Dawson sat on a wooden chair that creaked under his fragile frame.
By Abid Malik5 months ago in Fiction
When Spring Returned to Meadowbrook
The Long, Cold Silence Margaret hadn’t opened her garden gate in nearly six years. It had become more than just a piece of iron and wood—it had turned into a barrier between her and the world. A boundary between memories she couldn’t bear to relive and a present that felt too empty to matter.
By Abid Malik5 months ago in Fiction
The Empty Chair at the Dinner Table
It had been three years since Dad passed away, but every evening, his chair still waited. The wooden chair at the end of the dining table hadn’t moved an inch. No one dared sit there. Not because it was forbidden, but because it felt sacred. A silent relic of the man who once led every meal with warmth, laughter, and the occasional corny joke.
By Abid Malik5 months ago in Fiction
The Shoes My Mother Never Bought
It was always the same store, the same aisle, and the same worn-out sandals on her feet. I remember every crack in the linoleum floor of that department store, every flicker of the dull fluorescent lights above us, and the hopeful way I used to walk in beside her—thinking, maybe this time, she'd say yes.
By Abid Malik5 months ago in Fiction
A Father’s Tattered Coat
Thomas Miller was never a man of luxury. His shoes were always a bit too worn, his coat always a bit too patched, and his hands bore the calluses of a lifetime of labor. But behind his tired eyes was the heart of a father who had sworn to give his children a life he never had.
By Abid Malik6 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Sacrifice
John Parker wasn’t born into wealth, nor did he ever dream of luxury. His only ambition in life was to provide a life for his children that was better than the one he had lived. A life where hunger wasn’t a constant visitor and schoolbooks weren’t considered a luxury. From the moment his first child opened their eyes to the world, John vowed he would give them everything—even if it meant giving up everything himself.
By Abid Malik6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letter From the Trenches
November 10, 1918 – One Day Before the End It was cold. The kind of cold that made your bones ache, not just from the weather, but from weeks of sleeping in wet boots, eating stale bread, and watching friends vanish with the whistle of bullets. Private Thomas Ellwood, only 19, sat with his back against the muddy trench wall in northern France. His fingers trembled not from fear, but from the weight of what he was about to do.
By Abid Malik6 months ago in Fiction
A Father Forgotten
The sun was setting behind the mountains, casting a golden hue over the dusty fields where Rahman walked slowly, his back slightly hunched, his shoes torn, and his clothes worn thin by the years. He was returning home from a long day of labor — not in an office or a comfortable shop, but in a brick kiln, where sweat and blood mixed into every brick he helped mold.
By Abid Malik6 months ago in Fiction
A Thousand Silent Cries
The first night after Rahim died, the lights went out. Not just the ones in the house — those had gone weeks before because of unpaid bills — but the ones in her soul. His sudden heart attack left her paralyzed, not just with grief but with fear. Three children. One broken woman. No income. No plan.
By Abid Malik6 months ago in Fiction
