Abuzar khan
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🕸️ The Room That Refused to Forget Me
The door stuck the first time I tried to open it. I pressed my shoulder into the wood, feeling it resist—as if the room had grown stubborn in my absence. Dust puffed around the hinges, and the smell hit me at once: old paper, damp fabric, and something faintly sweet, like forgotten summer.
By Abuzar khan2 months ago in Poets
🌙 Where the Walls Remember Our Secrets
The house was quiet the night I returned, the kind of quiet that feels like it has been waiting for you. The front door groaned as I pushed it open, as if waking from a long sleep. Dust floated through the air like pale confetti, settling over the furniture that once knew the shape of our lives.
By Abuzar khan2 months ago in Fiction
Deadly Israeli attack on Gaza brings death toll since ceasefire to 280
At least one Palestinian was killed and two others, a woman and her child, were injured in new Israeli attacks on southern Gaza, according to the Wafa news agency and medical sources. The fatality occurred on Wednesday in the Qizan an-Najjar area south of Khan Younis, a source at Nasser Hospital told Al Jazeera. Earlier in the day, a drone strike on the nearby town of Bani Suheila seriously wounded a woman and her child.
By Abuzar khan2 months ago in Journal
Why I No Longer Trust My To-Do List
I used to worship my to-do list. It wasn’t just a piece of paper or a note on my phone—it was my holy scripture. Every morning, I would craft it with precision, each task like a soldier lined up for battle. There were categories, subcategories, color codes, even little stars for priority. Crossing something off gave me a rush, like I was finally proving my worth.
By Abuzar khan5 months ago in Chapters
When My Pen Found Me Again
I stopped writing the day my father died. Not because the words were gone—words never leave you entirely—but because every time I tried, the sentences bled into grief. My notebooks smelled like hospital antiseptic and cheap coffee, my pen scratching out fragments that felt too raw to finish.
By Abuzar khan5 months ago in Cleats
The Night I Stopped Running
I never told anyone this—not my parents, not my closest friend, not even the person who once loved me enough to stay through every storm I dragged into our lives. But tonight, I need to tell it. Because if I don’t, I’ll keep running. And I’m so tired of running.
By Abuzar khan5 months ago in Feast
The Day the Toasters Voted
It started with a toaster. Or so they said. It wasn’t the first smart device to gain sentience—that dubious honor went to a streetlamp in Osaka that had begun humming love songs to a broken vending machine—but the toaster was the first to demand civil rights.
By Abuzar khan6 months ago in Styled
