Asad zaman

Joined June 2025

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The Bench by the Road
It was a Sunday afternoon when I saw him again—sitting on the same old bench near the bus stop, beneath the shade of a neem tree. He looked older, thinner, but that gentle curve in his smile hadn’t changed.
By Asad zaman 6 months ago in Motivation
The Letter in the Teapot
I wasn’t expecting to find anything meaningful that afternoon. I was only helping my aunt clean out the old house after my grandmother passed away. The walls still smelled faintly of her jasmine perfume, and every corner felt like it had frozen in time. Nothing had moved since she left us.
By Asad zaman 6 months ago in Families
The Lamp of Hope
In a quiet, forgotten alley of Peshawar, where narrow streets told stories of struggle and survival, lived a sixteen-year-old girl named Zainab. Her life wasn’t marked by luxury or ease — it was defined by courage.
By Asad zaman 6 months ago in History
The Sound of Empty Rooms
When I was a child, my mother used to say, “Home is not a place. It’s people.” I never understood what she meant — not really — until I lost both.
By Asad zaman 6 months ago in History
The Letter I Never Sent
It was raining the day I almost told you everything. The clouds were dark and heavy, like the weight I had been carrying inside me for months. I stood by the window of the old café, fingers tracing invisible letters on the foggy glass, watching people pass by — umbrellas up, heads down. I waited for you, as I always did.
By Asad zaman 6 months ago in Horror