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 Bench by the Lake: A Love That Never Faded
Every evening at 6 PM sharp, an old man sat quietly on the wooden bench by the lake. Dressed in a faded brown coat and holding a book he never opened, he gazed at the still water with eyes full of stories left untold. The townspeople knew him, but none knew his name. He was simply “the lake man” — always there, always silent.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)7 months ago in Motivation
The Lantern Beneath His Tears
Yusuf was only eight years old when he first understood what “loss” truly meant. His father, a daily wage worker, had passed away in a road accident on his way home. One moment the house was filled with a father’s laughter, and the next, it echoed with silent sobs and the smell of hospital sheets. That day, Yusuf didn’t just lose a parent—he lost the carefree days of childhood.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)7 months ago in Motivation
The Silent Melody
In a small hidden village surrounded by green hills and singing rivers, there lived a young girl named Amira. Amira was not like other children. She was born mute. Though she could hear the music of birds, the soft rustle of trees, and the laughter of the wind, she could never speak or sing a word. But deep in her heart lived a melody so beautiful that it comforted everyone who came near her.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)7 months ago in Motivation
The Silent Witness
My name is Arham Khan, and I live in Karachi, Pakistan. I always believed my neighborhood was one of the safest and quietest places in the city — until one rainy night when everything I thought I knew was turned upside down.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)7 months ago in Motivation
The Old Tree and the Young Boy
There is an old tree standing at the edge of a quiet village. It has been here for many decades, watching generations come and go. Its branches are strong but slightly bent with age, and its roots dig deep into the earth like old memories holding it firm.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)7 months ago in Motivation
The Promise Under the Stars
On the edge of a quiet, sleepy village surrounded by endless green fields and whispering trees, there lived two childhood friends named Ayaan and Lila. From the moment they could walk, they were inseparable—running barefoot through the grass, picking wildflowers, and catching fireflies that lit up their nights like tiny stars come down to play.
By Afzal khan dotani (story uplode time 10:00 PM)7 months ago in Families
