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Together, We Rise
The village of Rahimabad sat quietly between the mountains, cradled by nature but long forgotten by progress. It had dirt roads, old wooden homes, and a spirit that refused to die even in hard times. Life wasn’t easy, but the people managed — until the floods came.
By Arjumand Said8 months ago in Humans
Shadows and Sunshine
In the peaceful town of Noorabad, nestled between hills and golden fields, lived two boys—Rayyan and Zeeshan. They were different in many ways: Rayyan was quiet and thoughtful, always lost in books or the colors of a sunset. Zeeshan, on the other hand, was full of energy and laughter, a boy who saw the world as a playground. Yet, despite their differences, they were inseparable.
By Arjumand Said8 months ago in Humans
"In the Heart of Friendship"
The sun filtered gently through the canopy of trees, casting golden shadows on the narrow village path where two boys once ran barefoot, their laughter echoing like birdsong in the early morning calm. One of them was Azaan, quiet and thoughtful, the other Haris, lively and bold. Though opposite in nature, they were inseparable—two halves of a whole, bound not by blood, but by something even deeper: friendship.
By Arjumand Said8 months ago in Humans
In the Silence, We Spoke
I met Zayan on a rainy day in the eighth grade. He was the new kid in our mountain town — tall, quiet, and with a stare that seemed older than his years. While others were loud and careless, he carried himself with a silence that felt sacred.
By Arjumand Said8 months ago in Humans
"The Bridge Between Us: A Tale of Friendship and Compassion"
The river divided two worlds. On one side stood the village of Noorabad—peaceful, green, and rooted in tradition. On the other was Shamsherpur—busier, more modern, and always in motion. Though a narrow bridge connected the two towns, it might as well have been a wall. Years of rivalry, political differences, and unspoken prejudice kept people apart.
By Arjumand Said8 months ago in Humans
"Together Through Time: The Journey of Two Friends"
In a quiet village nestled between hills and fields, two boys grew up side by side. Azaan and Saif were as different as the sun and the moon, yet their bond was unbreakable. Azaan, curious and impulsive, always seeking adventure. Saif, thoughtful and calm, the voice of reason in every wild plan Azaan cooked up.
By Arjumand Said8 months ago in Humans
"When Hearts Connect":
In a quiet town nestled between green hills and winding rivers, two boys from different worlds met under the most ordinary of circumstances. One was Rafiq, a quiet, book-loving boy who had just moved to the town from the city. The other was Zeeshan, a free-spirited, adventurous boy who knew every trail and turn in the area like the back of his hand.
By Arjumand Said8 months ago in Humans
"Heartbeats Across the Ages":
In the beginning, there was silence. Before the first word was spoken, before fire danced in the hearth, before the wheel turned—there was only the quiet pulse of life, buried deep within the earth. It beat like a distant drum, steady and ancient, waiting for someone to listen.
By Arjumand Said8 months ago in Humans
"Born of Stars, Bound for Meaning":
Born of Stars, Bound for Meaning The Journey of Humanity from Cosmic Dust to Consciousness Before memory, before breath, before even time had language, there was silence — not the quiet of a room or the hush of a night, but the deep silence of a universe unborn. Then, in a moment beyond counting, a fire tore through nothingness. The universe was born not with a whisper, but with a roar.
By Arjumand Said9 months ago in Humans
"The Flame of Becoming: A Story of Humanity"
In the silence before time, there was only darkness — a void without thought, without breath. Then came the spark. From a single cosmic eruption, stars were born, flung like seeds into an endless garden. Among these stars, in a forgotten corner of one spiral galaxy, a small sun ignited. Around it danced planets — one of which, blue and trembling with oceans, would become the cradle of a miracle.
By Arjumand Said9 months ago in Education
