Amin Safi

Joined June 2025

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Emma, A Comedy of Errors and Redemption
Imagine going toward some destination that you have been preparing for weeks. As time passes and the more you get closer to the destination, there is a slight pinch of sadness from the realization that you are close to ending this journey, and no matter how many more times you get here again; it will never feel like this first visit. It’s the same feeling when you are reading something good and realize there's just one good book left that exists in this world. I’ve seen some people delay and slow down their reading when they reach the end, as they're not yet ready to say goodbye. Nevertheless, this is not about that book; if I were to express this sentiment to any book, it would be to Brothers Karamazov by Dostoevsky—despite having read it three times, I can never get over it. But let’s focus on this book now.
By Amin Safi7 months ago in BookClub
Why Orwell's 1984 Still Hurts To Read?
"War is peace. Freedom is slavery. Ignorance is strength" (George Orwell) For once in everyone’s life, we have questioned or tried to relearn the meaning of everything we are taught about. The meaning of love, reality, freedom, friendship, free will, and sometimes going beyond all of that, you tried to rediscover your own self too. Most of this happens when you are faced with different outcomes or circumstances than what you have been taught. For example, you have learned your whole life that doing hard work will lead to success, but it seems to be totally opposite in your case. The harder you try to get something, the deeper the well you fall into, and the questioning phase starts.
By Amin Safi7 months ago in BookClub
When The World Closes Its Eyes
The end won’t come with fire alone, nor trumpet cries from skies unknown. Not with a bang, as poets dreamed, but slowly, softer than it seemed.
By Amin Safi7 months ago in Poets
The Giant in World Literature
Nietzsche’s proclamation that “God is dead, and we have killed him” is more than a mere rejection of religious belief—it signals the collapse of a transcendent moral order that once governed human thought and behaviour. This existential void, created by the decline of religious meta-narratives, has given rise to a moral vacuum in which individuals are now burdened with the task of generating meaning from nothing or a vague term of "humanity" but then, according to a French philosopher, Proudhon in “The Concept of the Political” he writes that “Whoever invokes humanity, wants to cheat”. Without the scaffolding of divine commandments or universal moral truths, the individual becomes the architect of their own ethical framework—what Nietzsche calls the "Übermensch," the one who transcends herd morality and redefines values in the wake of divine absence. In Crime and Punishment, Raskolnikov embodies an existential crisis in a world devoid of metaphysical grounding. A destitute law student torn between utilitarian logic and a fragmented conscience, he rationalises the murder of the pawnbroker, whom he perceives as a parasitic figure, as an act of liberation—a step towards transcending conventional morality. This act is more than a crime; it is a philosophical wager, an attempt to become Nietzsche’s Übermensch, one who creates value in the absence of God. However, the aftermath exposes the chasm between abstract reason and lived moral reality. His guilt, more than psychological, is metaphysical—the murder does not elevate him; it dismantles him. Dostoevsky, sceptical of cold rationalism and deeply influenced by Orthodox Christianity, shows that the human soul cannot endure the weight of godhood. Raskolnikov doesn’t destroy old morality to forge a new one; he merely awakens to the moral law still etched in his being. As Dostoevsky writes in The Idiot, “men hate nothing more than being called ordinary,” and Raskolnikov’s delusion of being extraordinary collapses under the burden of conscience. His rationalisations crumble; the money he hides remains untouched, buried not only in the earth but in the muddy depths of his fractured self. In the end, he is not beyond good and evil—only tragically human. Ultimately, Raskolnikov's arc illustrates that when individuals attempt to replace divine moral authority with their own, they risk a descent not into godhood, but into alienation. In trying to transcend the moral order, he becomes ensnared in it. His journey is not one of liberation, but of return—through suffering and confession, he must confront the terrifying, yet redemptive, reality of human fallibil
By Amin Safi7 months ago in BookClub
The Final Cry
Startriting There were five of them. Five young men, full of dreams, clinging to life while stranded on a large, lonely rock in the middle of a raging river. The very rock they once stood on with hope was now their last fragile refuge — for the merciless floodwaters had surrounded them from all sides.
By Amin Safi7 months ago in Humans
Where The Sky Doesn't Exist
Start wriOne day, I'll just disappear. Far, far away from here. No one will know and should know I'm gone. I'll just vanish from randomness, and everyone will be clueless about my reasons and left wondering about my existence. I'll wander to the unknowns, to the undiscovered, and the untouched. I'll go to a place where no one knows my name, no one recognises my face, and no one cares about everything I do. I will leave for a place where the flowers I buy won’t just die in the corner, untouched by the city lights and love. I’ll go to a place where the world has no sky, where there is no concern related to love because love is just a synonym of fear.
By Amin Safi7 months ago in Writers
Pockets Full Of Stories
The worst and most terrible thing about time is you always grow out of it. Much sooner, you grow out of your mother’s lap to face the real world. Growing out of childhood, you are held responsible for mistakes and it won’t be “he is just a kid” and that’s where you become extra cautious about your step. Soon enough, you grow out of the park labelled as a “kids area” and you just keep staring at that swing you aren't allowed to use anymore. Soon enough, you grow out of the colourful dresses and shoes and all of your dresses are from the palate of one or two colours. Soon enough, you grow out of crying and being stubborn for what you want. Soon enough, you grow out of laughing at the top of your lungs and start behaving according to situations. You grow out of your school friends and realize how toxic it was after they are gone. Sometimes you accept change willingly and sometimes you are forced to do it.
By Amin Safi7 months ago in Writers
The Deception Of Silence
Areeba was an intelligent girl filled with dreams. She was simple, pure, and romantic. When she met Karim, a confident and kind young man, she found in him a companion who made her feel alive. His words were sweet, his promises deep. He gave her attention, care, and eventually, love that crossed physical boundaries. In her heart, Areeba believed they were destined to be together. But just when she began talking about marriage, Karim suddenly vanished. No message, no explanation. Days turned to weeks, and silence turned to pain. Areeba felt used, betrayed — convinced that Karim had only desired her body, not her heart. Crushed by heartbreak and under her family’s pressure, she was married off to Hassan, a man chosen by her parents. But the trauma followed her. On the wedding night, when Hassan discovered that Areeba was not a virgin, he humiliated her, labelled her impure, and divorced her that very night. Areeba returned to her parents' home, carrying not just broken dreams but shame placed on her by others. Her family treated her like a stain, whispering behind her back, blaming her for things they never tried to understand. One evening, unable to bear the pain, Areeba walked silently toward a nearby well. She stood on the edge, closing her eyes — ready to end the nightmare her life had become. Just then, a familiar voice broke through the silence: “Areeba! Stop!” She turned around. It was Karim — older, exhausted, with eyes full of tears. “I know you hate me. I know what you think. But I never left you to betray you,” he said, stepping closer. “I disappeared because I wanted to earn enough, build a home — a life for us. I worked day and night abroad. I wanted to return as someone worthy of you. I never imagined you'd be forced into marriage… or that you’d go through all this.” Areeba froze. The truth shattered everything she had believed. Tears streamed down her face — not just for the pain, but for all the moments lost between silence and misunderstanding. Karim continued, “I came back for you, Areeba. I still want to marry you — not to fix the past, but to build a future with honesty and love.” She looked into his eyes, and for the first time in years, saw sincerity… not deception. They married in a simple nikah ceremony. Life was never perfect, but together they built peace from brokenness. The wounds remained, but love began to heal them.
By Amin Safi7 months ago in Fiction
A Shadow of Our Love
I. Mehtab lived in silence and quite. Not the kind that is peaceful, but the kind that presses in on the chest. His world was a gray one that was shaded alleyways, empty benches, and books that no one borrowed. He worked in a bookstore that was fading, tucked between a shuttered tailor’s shop and a tea stall where the kettle never stopped singing. His only joy came at dusk, when the city softened and the streets glowed like old memories.
By Amin Safi7 months ago in Fiction
When God Broke His Pencil
when God was drawing me, He broke his pencil twice once at the heart then where the brain is. He picked up a sharpener to carve the nib out again
By Amin Safi7 months ago in Poets