Atif khurshaid
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The Spoon and the Oil
When I was a young man, I believed the secret of life lay somewhere far away—perhaps at the peak of a distant mountain, tucked within the pages of a sacred text, or hidden in the eyes of a weathered sage meditating in silence. I was restless then, driven by questions that left me pacing even in my dreams. I wanted answers. I wanted meaning. I wanted to uncover the one truth that would make all the pieces of life fall neatly into place.
By Atif khurshaid7 months ago in Education
The Sound of Rain
Adil lived a life stitched from quiet repetition. Each morning at 6:30, he rose to brew instant coffee—two sugars, no milk. He opened the shutters of his small second-floor apartment and stared at the same dull sky that hung over Shalimar Road. Then, with a worn coat and his father’s old satchel, he walked the short distance to his bookstore.
By Atif khurshaid7 months ago in Lifehack
The Last Ember
The snow hadn’t stopped in years. The elders of the Glacier Cities said the sun had died long ago, swallowed by a war between gods and machines. Children, born beneath steel ceilings and fed by fungus farms, had never seen sunlight. Most didn’t believe it had ever existed.
By Atif khurshaid8 months ago in Lifehack
The Photograph That Never Was
The attic smelled of dust, old wood, and a kind of forgotten grief. Amelia hated coming up here. Her grandmother’s death had left her the estate—a rotting house that leaned into the wind like a tired old man—and she was determined to catalogue its contents before selling.
By Atif khurshaid8 months ago in Art
Winding Roads and Wild Hearts
When Junaid found the old road map in his late uncle’s garage, it was yellowed and creased, marked with red ink like a pirate’s treasure chart. At the bottom, scrawled in shaky cursive, were the words: "Follow the sky trail. Trust the road."
By Atif khurshaid8 months ago in Families
The Whisper in the Leaves
Old Man Rafiq lived alone on the edge of the village, in a crooked wooden house wrapped in ivy. Children called him Jadoo Baba—the wizard old man—for he always seemed to know when it would rain, when a bird was about to sing, or when someone in the village was hurting. But Rafiq never said much. He smiled, nodded, and spent most of his days in the forest behind his house. No one knew what he did in that forest, except for one curious soul—Ayaan, a twelve-year-old boy with a heart full of questions and feet too restless to stay indoors. One afternoon, Ayaan followed Rafiq into the woods. He walked quietly, careful not to snap any twigs. The forest was unusually still, as if holding its breath. Rafiq paused near a massive banyan tree, its roots like snakes sleeping under the earth. He knelt, touched the trunk with reverence, and whispered something that sounded like, "I am listening." That was when the wind stirred. Leaves danced. Branches swayed. A soft hum filled the air, like music only the trees could play. Ayaan, hidden behind a bush, felt his skin prickle. He didn’t believe in magic—but this felt very close. Rafiq stood silently for a long time, then turned and walked back toward his home. The next morning, Ayaan knocked on Rafiq’s door. “I saw you,” he confessed, “in the forest. You talked to the tree.” Rafiq looked at him for a long moment, then stepped aside. “Come in, then.” Inside, it was warmer than Ayaan had expected. Shelves lined with dried herbs, stones, feathers, and small bottles glinted in the sunlight. Rafiq poured tea and set it on the table. “So,” Rafiq said, “you want to know what I was doing?” “Yes,” Ayaan replied. “What did you mean by ‘I am listening’? Were you talking to the tree?” Rafiq chuckled, his eyes crinkling. “Not just the tree. The forest. Life itself.” Ayaan frowned. “Life can talk?” Rafiq sipped his tea, then leaned forward. “You’re not the first to ask. Long ago, I asked the same question to my teacher. And he told me something strange. He said, ‘The secret of life is not in books or words. It hides in silence. In stillness. In listening.’” Ayaan tilted his head. “But what are we listening for?” “For the space between thoughts,” Rafiq said. “For the part of you that watches without judgment. That listens without reacting. That’s where the secret hides.” Ayaan looked confused. Rafiq stood and gestured for him to follow. They returned to the banyan tree. “Sit here,” Rafiq said. “Close your eyes.” Ayaan obeyed. “Now,” Rafiq whispered, “breathe slowly. Don’t try to think. Just… listen.” At first, all Ayaan heard was birdsong and wind. Then, slowly, the forest seemed to grow quieter, as though something deeper was settling in. And then—he didn’t know how—he felt it. A presence. Not like a voice or a sound, but like a knowing. A soft truth brushing his heart. He opened his eyes, blinking. “What was that?” Rafiq smiled. “That is life speaking. It doesn’t use words. It uses awareness. You just touched something most people miss all their lives.” “But what is it?” Ayaan pressed. “What’s the secret?” Rafiq looked up at the canopy, golden light spilling through the leaves. “The secret is this: Life is not a thing to chase. It’s a moment to notice. It doesn’t unfold in the noise we make, but in the silence we keep. In every breath, every leaf, every heartbeat—life is whispering: Be here. Be now. That’s enough.” Ayaan felt something shift in him—a peace he didn’t know he needed. Years passed. Ayaan grew into a man. He traveled, studied, achieved. But no matter where he went, he would always take a moment each day to sit in silence and listen—not with ears, but with his being. And in those moments, he would feel the same truth stir gently within:
By Atif khurshaid8 months ago in Lifehack
The Anatomy of War: Understanding the Roots of Human Conflict
War is one of the oldest and most tragic aspects of human civilization. Throughout history, conflict has shaped borders, toppled empires, and rewritten the fate of nations. Yet behind every battle and bloodshed lies a complex web of causes — political ambition, economic desperation, fear, ideology, and sometimes mere human pride. To understand war is not to excuse it, but to recognize the patterns that can prevent future generations from repeating the same mistakes.
By Atif khurshaid9 months ago in Criminal
