Ahmar saleem
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My Life, My Wife
My Life, My Wife It was a warm spring morning when I first met her. The sunlight streamed through the half-open window of the library where she sat reading a book, her eyes lost in the pages, completely unaware of the world around her. Something about her stillness, her peaceful presence, drew me in. I wasn’t searching for love that day — I had simply stopped by to borrow a book. But love, it seemed, had other plans.
By Ahmar saleem8 months ago in Families
The Dark House on Sycamore Street
The Dark House on Sycamore Street There was a house at the end of Sycamore Street that no one dared to enter. Children crossed the street when passing it, and adults avoided speaking of it altogether. The old Fennimore House, as it was once called, had been abandoned for over thirty years. Its shutters hung crookedly, paint peeled in long strips, and the garden was a jungle of thorns and weeds. But more than its decay, it was the silence that made it eerie — a silence so thick it seemed to hush the wind and chase away birds.
By Ahmar saleem8 months ago in Horror
A Light in the Crowd: The Story of Shahzad
A Light in the Crowd: The Story of Shahzad In the quiet town of Meadowfield, where days often passed unnoticed and seasons gently blended into one another, a man named Shahzad lived. He was the kind of person you noticed even in a crowded room—not because he was loud or flamboyant, but because something was unmistakably warm about him. A kind of energy that made people feel at ease, as if just being around him made the world a little better.
By Ahmar saleem8 months ago in Humans
The Study Room
The Study Room Tucked away on the second floor of Aldridge Library, past the ancient card catalogs and flickering fluorescent lights, was Room 214. It wasn’t large or impressive—just a square space with four worn desks, a few rickety chairs, and a tall window that overlooked the stone courtyard. The radiator hissed all winter, and the scent of dust and paper hung in the air like a memory.
By Ahmar saleem8 months ago in BookClub
A Wedding of Loyal Hearts
A Wedding of Loyal Hearts In the quiet village of Elmsworth, nestled between rolling green hills and fields of golden barley, the air buzzed with the excitement of a long-awaited wedding. It wasn't a grand affair by city standards—no towering floral arches, no gourmet chefs flown in from distant lands. But it was a celebration rooted in something far rarer: loyalty.
By Ahmar saleem8 months ago in Humans
The Garden Beyond the Stars
The Garden Beyond the Stars It began with a soft breeze, the kind that whispered ancient secrets. When Lila closed her eyes that night, she found herself standing barefoot on a velvet path of moss, under a sky scattered with a million stars. They shimmered so closely above her head, it felt as if she could pluck them like ripe fruit from the heavens.
By Ahmar saleem9 months ago in Earth
The Man with the Orange Umbrella
The Man with the Orange Umbrella In the heart of a small city, tucked between aging buildings and whispering trees, there stood a man every morning at the corner of Maple Street. He wasn’t remarkable in the way the world often celebrates—he had no fame, no fortune, and no grand accomplishments on paper. But to the people who knew him, Mr. Ellis was the most important man they’d ever met.
By Ahmar saleem9 months ago in Education
The Lovely Heart
The Lovely Heart In a small village nestled between rolling hills and whispering woods, there lived a girl named Elara. She was known not for her wealth, nor for any grand deeds, but for something far more extraordinary—a heart that seemed to glow with love and kindness.
By Ahmar saleem9 months ago in Motivation
The Whispering Book
The Whispering Book In the heart of an ancient village nestled between misty hills, there stood an old library long forgotten by time. Moss clung to its crumbling stone walls, and ivy reached through shattered windows like curious fingers trying to reclaim what once was. Villagers called it the Silent House, for no one had entered it in generations. But legends still swirled around it—stories of a book that held infinite knowledge, one that whispered secrets to those willing to listen.
By Ahmar saleem9 months ago in BookClub
A Pocket Full of Stars
A Pocket Full of Stars Arman was a quiet man, the kind whose presence was like a steady breeze—gentle, dependable, always there. He worked at the local railway station for nearly two decades, wearing the same navy-blue uniform, carrying the same thermos filled with lukewarm chai. His hands were calloused from long hours, and his eyes held stories he rarely spoke aloud. But every evening, no matter how tired he was, he would rush home to one person who made everything worth it—his daughter, Noor.
By Ahmar saleem9 months ago in Education
Astronaut Man
Astronaut Man In the year 2137, Earth was a place of noise and neon. Skyways buzzed with hovercrafts, cities stretched high into the clouds, and artificial suns floated over mega-metropolises. Yet for Astronaut Man, known officially as Commander Eli Voss, Earth felt too loud, too fast. He longed for the quiet of space — the hum of the ship, the glimmer of starlight, and the infinite calm between worlds.
By Ahmar saleem9 months ago in Education
The Weight of Truth
The Weight of Truth In the small town of Marigold, where the streets smelled of fresh bread and sunflowers leaned into every morning, lived two best friends: Ayaan and Kabir. They had been inseparable since the third grade, when Kabir shared his umbrella with Ayaan during a thunderstorm. Since then, their bond had only grown stronger—built on shared dreams, inside jokes, and endless trust.
By Ahmar saleem9 months ago in Education
