Asghar ali awan
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I'm Asghar ali awan
"Senior storyteller passionate about crafting timeless tales with powerful morals. Every story I create carries a deep lesson, inspiring readers to reflect and grow ,I strive to leave a lasting impact through words".
Stories (35)
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The Town That Forgot Tomorrow
The town of Bellmere had one strange rule: no one talked about tomorrow. At first, Maya thought it was a joke. She had arrived in Bellmere on a rainy evening, her car breaking down just beyond the town sign. The sign itself was old and rusted, with faded letters that read: Welcome to Bellmere. Nothing unusual until she asked the mechanic when her car would be ready.
By Asghar ali awan2 days ago in Fiction
The Space Between Us
The first thing I noticed about the building was the silence. It stood in the middle of a crowded city block, surrounded by traffic, noise, and movement, yet inside its walls, people lived as strangers. Doors closed quickly. Eyes avoided contact. Everyone carried their own lives like heavy luggage, careful not to bump into anyone else.
By Asghar ali awan8 days ago in Fiction
The Day I Stopped Waiting
For most of my life, I believed I was waiting for something. I didn’t know exactly what—maybe confidence, maybe opportunity, maybe permission. I just knew that once that thing arrived, my real life would finally begin. Until then, I stayed careful, quiet, and comfortably stuck.
By Asghar ali awan8 days ago in Motivation
The Broken Pencil
Neha had loved stories for as long as she could remember. As a child, she imagined worlds inside her mind places filled with adventure, emotion, and meaning. Yet as she grew older, her love for storytelling slowly became a source of fear. The more she learned, the more she doubted herself. She read books written by brilliant authors and thought, I could never write like this.
By Asghar ali awan9 days ago in Motivation
The Long Road Home
Rahul grew up in a small village where life followed a familiar and predictable rhythm. Mornings began with the sound of roosters and the smell of earth, afternoons passed under the heavy sun, and evenings ended with tired conversations about crops, debts, and survival. In this village, people did not lack dreams they lacked permission to speak about them. Hope was quiet, hidden behind responsibility and fear of disappointment.
By Asghar ali awan9 days ago in Motivation
The Day the Clock Changed
Ravi had always lived by the clock, but never truly lived for himself. Every morning at exactly 6:00 a.m., his alarm rang. At 6:30, he left his house. At 9:00, he sat at his desk. His life moved in perfect order, yet something inside him felt painfully out of place.
By Asghar ali awan10 days ago in Motivation
A Story About Finishing What You Start
The crowd had already started to leave the stadium when Noah reached the final lap. He could hear the faint sound of clapping not the roaring applause that greeted the first-place runner, but a scattered rhythm of encouragement for the last man still running.
By Asghar ali awan2 months ago in Motivation
The Bridge Between Giving Up and Greatness
Ethan sat on the edge of the worn-out wooden bench overlooking the river. The city lights shimmered on the surface, breaking into ripples each time the wind passed by. He was twenty-six, broke, jobless, and clutching a rejection letter from the fifth company that month.
By Asghar ali awan2 months ago in Motivation
The Broken Violin
Mira had dreamed of becoming a violinist since she was six years old. Her father, a humble postman in a quiet Indian town, would come home each evening with dust on his shoes and stories in his pockets. Every month, he saved a few rupees from his modest salary, skipping small luxuries so his daughter could one day hold a violin of her own.
By Asghar ali awan2 months ago in Motivation
The Last Bus Home. Content Warning.
The rain poured relentlessly that night, blurring the streetlights into long, golden ribbons across the wet asphalt. The small town looked half-asleep, its shops shuttered, the smell of drenched earth mixing with the faint aroma of chai from a distant stall.
By Asghar ali awan2 months ago in Motivation
