Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)
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“A passionate writer who loves to express feelings through words. I write about love, life, emotions, and untold stories. Hope you enjoy reading my thoughts. Thank you for your support!”
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The Man Who Repaired Hearts
In the heart of a busy city, tucked between two tall buildings on a narrow, forgotten alley, stood a tiny shop. Its faded sign read: “Ehsan’s Shoe Repair.” Most people passed by without even noticing it, except for a few regular customers who remembered the old man with kind eyes and steady hands.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)6 months ago in Motivation
The Last Letter: When Words Became a Coffin
receive this letter when I'm no longer around, Aisha." That was the opening line of the letter found beside a small wooden box, tucked away in the corner of her father's old study desk. Aisha’s hands trembled as she unfolded the paper. Her father had died a week ago, and grief still hung in the air like an unspoken prayer.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)6 months ago in Families
The Silent Goodbye
In a small, peaceful village nestled between rolling hills, there lived a young woman named Amina. She was known for her warm heart, a contagious smile, and the way she always put others before herself. But there was one thing that always kept her heart heavy – her unspoken love for a man named Usman.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)6 months ago in Motivation
The Greedy Monkey
In the heart of a vast green jungle, far away from the noise of cities and machines, lived a clever monkey named Kiki. Kiki was young, full of energy, and known among the animals for his daring leaps and playful nature. He had built his little home high on a coconut tree, where the breeze was cool, and food was always in abundance.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)6 months ago in Confessions
"The Clock That Stopped at Midnight"
The Clock That Stopped at Midnight The clock on the wall struck midnight. It didn’t chime. It simply stopped. Henry lay on the hospital bed, his breath shallow, his hands thin and pale like parchment. Tubes ran in and out of his body, machines beeped rhythmically beside him, and the faint scent of antiseptic filled the air.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)7 months ago in Horror
The Wallet in the Rain: A Lesson in Invisible Kindness
The rain was coming down hard that Thursday afternoon in New York City. People rushed across sidewalks, hiding under umbrellas and newspaper sheets, all desperate to get indoors. Among them was a young waitress named Clara, soaked to the skin and late for her second shift at the diner.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)7 months ago in Motivation
The Empty Chair: A Story That Changed a Son's Heart
Start writing...In the hustle of Lahore’s city life, where horns never stopped and phones rarely rested, lived a man named Adil. At thirty-five, he was everything society called “successful.” A rising manager at a software firm, he drove a luxury car, lived in a high-rise apartment, and had a calendar packed months in advance.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)7 months ago in Families
The Rusty Bell: A Story of Regret and Redemption
In a sleepy little village tucked between rolling hills and fading traditions, lived an old man named Rehman. He ran a modest clock repair shop—just a room filled with ticking walls and the scent of oil and brass. Though he was not wealthy, his work was known far and wide. People brought more than just clocks to him; they brought trust.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)7 months ago in Writers
The Mirror of Pride: When the King Became a Beggar
Long ago, in a lush green valley surrounded by snowy mountains, ruled a king named Viren. He was rich beyond imagination. His palace walls were made of white marble, floors of polished gold, and fountains sprayed rose water. But what he had in riches, he lacked in character.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)7 months ago in Motivation
The Honest Wallet: A Beggar’s Greatest Wealth
In the heart of a bustling city, where honking cars and flashing lights ruled the day, sat an old man named Rehman on a broken pavement near the central market. His clothes were patched, his beard long and grey, and his hand forever stretched out — not aggressively, but gently — to ask for whatever kindness passersby could spare.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)7 months ago in Motivation
The Last Bench: A Lesson in Silence and Strength
In a dusty corner of a small Indian town stood a public school where rules were rigid, uniforms were faded, and dreams were often small. Among the sea of students sat Arjun — always on the last bench. Not by choice, but by quiet force of habit. The front benches were reserved for the “smart ones,” the favorites, the ones who spoke loud and fast.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)7 months ago in Motivation
The Jar of Time
Professor Eliot stood at the front of the classroom, a large empty glass jar in front of him. The students watched with mild curiosity. It was their last class before graduation—a philosophy elective most took for easy credit. But today, the old man had no books, no projector—only a jar, a small bucket of big rocks, a bowl of pebbles, a handful of sand, and two cups of coffee.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)7 months ago in Motivation
