Abid Malik

Joined July 2025

33 stories

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Writing stories that touch the heart, stir the soul, and linger in the mind

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A Thousand Silent Cries
The Day Light Died The day Rahim died, the lights went out — not just in the house, but in Zarina’s soul. The bulbs had already gone cold from weeks of unpaid bills, but his sudden heart attack was what truly plunged the home into darkness.
By Abid Malik6 months ago in Fiction
Seeds of Tomorrow
The clock blinks 3:17 a.m. A soft blue light washes over the room. Somewhere, a phone vibrates under a pillow. Somewhere else, a teenager is watching TikToks, an entrepreneur is replying to a client in a different time zone, and a lonely widow is trying to understand why her digital assistant doesn’t recognize her voice anymore.
By Abid Malik6 months ago in Fiction
"Holding It Together With One Hand: A Mother's Story of Silent Struggle"
I met Leila Thomas at a community center tucked between rows of shuttered shops and aging apartment blocks. She arrived late, balancing a stroller with one hand and a bag of groceries in the other. Her toddler, Mia, was asleep, lips slightly parted, one hand clutching a chewed corner of a picture book. Leila looked exhausted but smiled politely as she sat down across from me, brushing back a few strands of hair that refused to stay tucked behind her ear.
By Abid Malik6 months ago in Fiction
Wired for Change
In the past two decades, the world has undergone a transformation unlike any in human history. Technology—once confined to laboratories and science fiction novels—has now embedded itself into every aspect of our lives. From how we communicate and learn, to the ways we work, travel, and even think, technology is not just a tool anymore—it’s a partner in our daily existence.
By Abid Malik6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Message Was Seen
It was 2:17 AM when Alina saw the typing dots flicker beneath her last message—“Please just say something.” The dots danced for a second. Then disappeared.
By Abid Malik6 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Letter
The wind was sharp that evening, tugging at the corners of the old house like it wanted to enter and shake the memories loose. Lena stood at the threshold of her late grandmother’s home, staring up at the crooked roof and sagging porch. She hadn't been here in over twelve years. Not since her mother died.
By Abid Malik6 months ago in Fiction
Echoes in the Mind
The world outside was buzzing, full of color, motion, and chatter—but inside her mind, it was still. Too still. Layla sat quietly in the corner of her room, her gaze fixed on the window though her eyes saw nothing. Not really. Not anymore. To anyone passing by, she looked serene, even calm. But the storm inside her was silent and relentless. It wasn’t the kind of storm that broke windows or flooded cities—it broke identity. It flooded thought.
By Abid Malik6 months ago in Fiction
The Scent of Jasmine
The house was silent, but not empty. It had been a week since my mother passed away, yet every room still whispered her presence. The jasmine-scented candles she loved were still on the windowsill, unlit now, but their fragrance remained — faint, like the echo of her laughter.
By Abid Malik6 months ago in Fiction
The Sand Room
When I opened my eyes, I was lying on something soft, yet strangely gritty. The ground shifted slightly beneath me, like fine grains responding to my breath. Sand. I sat up slowly, coughing as the dust stirred in the still air.
By Abid Malik6 months ago in Fiction