
Afia Sikder
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"Hi, I’m Afia Sikder! I love crafting captivating stories, insightful articles, and inspiring Islamic narratives. Follow me for engaging reads that spark thought and emotion!"
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The Last Breath of Winter
The Last Breath of Winter The Snow's Whispers in the First Chapter That evening, the cold was relentless. The scent of burning wood and something else—something far more sinister—were carried by the howling wind, which sounded like a tortured soul. Asha pulled her scarf tighter around her face as she trudged through the snow-covered path leading to the abandoned cottage at the edge of the village. This one was different from her usual fascination with mysteries. The young man Aidan Blackwood, who had vanished ten years earlier on a winter night, was the subject of rumors that circulated throughout the town. Some said he had been murdered by his own fiancée, others believed he had simply wandered into the snowstorm and never returned. Asha, however, was determined to uncover the truth.
By Afia Sikder10 months ago in Fiction
The Last Meeting
The Most Recent Event The Beginning: Lost Love In the soft glow of the evening, Niloy sat in an old café in Kolkata. His cup of coffee had been cold for some time, but he was lost in thought as he stared at the glass window. He had been waiting for someone, Trishna, for many years. Ten years earlier, on a rainy afternoon, he had last seen Trishna. Despite the fact that their love had never truly faded, their relationship had ended due to circumstances. They would never forget each other, even if they took different paths in life. They had decided to meet one more time today. But would this truly be their final meeting?
By Afia Sikder10 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the Velvet Sky
The Disregarded Town Unaffected by the frantic pace of modern life, the little town of Elmsworth was nestled in the midst of rolling hills. A place where time moved slower, where lanterns flickered at night, casting golden halos on cobblestone streets. Because they were familiar with the legend—the tale of the girl who danced beneath the velvet sky—the residents of the town spoke softly at night. The Unknown Dancer A silhouette could be seen twirling in the meadows outside of town on certain nights, when the moon was low and the wind blew through the trees. The girl's movements, dressed in a flowing gown, were as graceful as a leaf blowing in the wind. She was allegedly a ghost or a spirit caught in an endless waltz, according to some. Others believed she was a lost soul, searching for something—or someone.
By Afia Sikder10 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the Velvet Sky
The Disregarded Town Unaffected by the frantic pace of modern life, the little town of Elmsworth was nestled in the midst of rolling hills. A place where time moved slower, where lanterns flickered at night, casting golden halos on cobblestone streets. Because they were familiar with the legend—the tale of the girl who danced beneath the velvet sky—the residents of the town spoke softly at night. The Unknown Dancer A silhouette could be seen twirling in the meadows outside of town on certain nights, when the moon was low and the wind blew through the trees. The girl's movements, dressed in a flowing gown, were as graceful as a leaf blowing in the wind. Some claimed she was a ghost, a spirit trapped in an eternal waltz. Others believed she was a lost soul, searching for something—or someone.
By Afia Sikder10 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Forgotten
Echoes of the Forgotten A Journey Through Memory and Regret The rain poured down in sheets, casting the old town in a cold, gray haze. The streets were slick with water, the cobblestones reflecting the dim glow of street lamps that flickered weakly against the storm. In the heart of the town stood a crumbling mansion, its once-proud facade now covered in ivy and years of neglect. The windows, dark and empty, seemed to stare out at the world with an expression of quiet sorrow.
By Afia Sikder10 months ago in Chapters
Whispers in the Dark
The night was heavy with the silence of forgotten dreams. In the small, sleepy town of Ashbrook, the streets were empty, save for the occasional rustling of leaves that danced along the pavement. The full moon cast its pale glow over the town, bathing the streets in a soft, silvery light. But within the walls of the old St. Mary’s mansion, something far darker stirred.
By Afia Sikder10 months ago in Fiction
The Tale of the Enchanted Nights
The Tale of the Enchanted Nights The desert wind carried whispers of a tale long forgotten, a story of love, resilience, and the art of survival. Beneath the moonlit sky, the golden domes of the Sultan’s palace gleamed, standing as a silent witness to the fate of countless women before her. Yet, Scheherazade was not like the others. She was different, and she knew it.
By Afia Sikder10 months ago in Fiction
Society in the Mirror of the Media
Society in the Mirror of the Media Introduction: The Media as Society’s Reflection The media has always played a crucial role in shaping public opinion, influencing culture, and reflecting the realities of society. From newspapers to television and now social media, it acts as a mirror where we see both the strengths and flaws of our civilization. But does this mirror always show the truth, or is it sometimes distorted? This story explores how the media impacts society and the consequences of its power.
By Afia Sikder10 months ago in History
The Final Chapter of Love
The Final Chapter of Love The sky was painted in hues of orange and pink as Anisha sat by the hospital window, staring at the setting sun. A half-written diary rested on her lap, the pages filled with her deepest emotions. Today was the day she had to finish it—the final chapter of her love story.
By Afia Sikder10 months ago in Chapters
An Unfinished Love Story
An Unfinished Love Story (Some Love Stories Never End, They Just Pause Forever ) . 1. A Chance Encounter The first time Ayan saw Meera, she was standing in the middle of a crowded bookstore, completely lost in the pages of a novel. The world around her was noisy—people chatting, pages flipping, cash registers ringing—but she stood still, absorbed in her book.
By Afia Sikder10 months ago in History
Lost Emotions
Lost Emotions Part : 1 The first time Aisha met Rayan, she was running late for her literature class. She had stormed into the library, looking for a book her professor had assigned. In her rush, she collided with a young man who had been standing by the bookshelf, sending his books flying to the ground.
By Afia Sikder10 months ago in History










