Atif Badshah
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The Last Message She Never Sent"
It was raining when Mia found the phone—his phone—buried beneath a pile of old books in the drawer she had been avoiding for six months. Dust clung to the edges like a second skin, and her heart stuttered the moment her fingers brushed the familiar case.
By Atif Badshah5 months ago in Fiction
"when Words failed, my Soul Spoke"
The clock struck midnight, and the hospital corridor stood still—sterile and cold, humming faintly under fluorescent lights. I sat outside ICU Room 307, fingers interlaced, knuckles white. Inside, my father lay unconscious, a shadow of the man who once carried me on his shoulders through rainstorms just to make me laugh.
By Atif Badshah5 months ago in Feast
When He Spoke, I Listened
I used to think my father talked too much. He wasn’t loud or boastful. In fact, he spoke slowly—measured words, as if each one had to be earned before it could leave his mouth. But he was always telling me things. About life. About tools. About people. About what to do and what not to do. About how to be a man.
By Atif Badshah6 months ago in Fiction
"Unbreakable Spirit"
The air in the hospital room was sterile and still, humming softly with the rhythm of machines. Layla sat in the chair beside her father’s bed, his face pale and sunken. The doctors had said he wouldn’t make it through the week. Cancer, aggressive and unforgiving, had stolen his strength, his smile, and almost her hope. Almost.
By Atif Badshah6 months ago in Motivation
"summer Fun and sandcastles by the sea"
Every year when the school bell rang for the last time in June, twelve-year-old Mia knew exactly where she'd be spending her summer—at her grandparents’ beach house in Seabreeze Cove. It was a sleepy coastal town where the days stretched long under a golden sun and the nights shimmered with stars and the sound of waves.
By Atif Badshah6 months ago in Motivation
The Tale os the cat and the Lion
In the heart of the Whispering Woods, where sunlight danced lazily through thick canopies and rivers hummed soft lullabies, lived a proud old fox named Thorne. With fur the color of embers and eyes sharp as winter frost, Thorne considered himself the cleverest creature in the forest.
By Atif Badshah6 months ago in Fiction
