BILAL KHAN
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Wearing a Shalwar Kameez in a Western City.
I arrived in Canada in the middle of February, when snow blanketed the city and the cold seeped through layers of wool as if it were reaching for the bones. I had only seen snow once before, on a short trip to northern Pakistan, but this—this was different. The chill here was not just in the air. It clung to your skin, your clothes, even your soul, if you let it.
By BILAL KHAN9 months ago in Motivation
How I Paid Off $30,000 in Debt and Became Financially Free
I still remember the moment when I first looked at my credit card statement and realized how much debt I had accumulated. It was overwhelming: $30,000. I had spent years living paycheck to paycheck, making minimum payments, and convincing myself that I'd eventually get a handle on things. But when I saw that number, something inside me clicked. I was tired of the stress, the sleepless nights, and the constant feeling of being stuck.
By BILAL KHAN9 months ago in Motivation
5 Habits That Changed My Life Before Turning 30
Small Daily Choices That Led to Big Life Transformations Turning 30 felt like crossing an invisible line. It's the age that once seemed distant, wrapped in adulthood and mystery. But when I got there, I didn’t feel like I had all the answers—I just knew I had changed. And not by accident.
By BILAL KHAN9 months ago in Motivation
The Mouse Who Saved the Cat from Loneliness
In a quiet corner of Maple Street, where autumn leaves whispered secrets to the wind and the houses wore ivy like old coats, there lived a cat named Bartholomew. He was a regal tabby with emerald eyes and a coat like burnished bronze. He had once been the beloved pet of Mrs. Langford, a retired librarian who read aloud to him every evening. But since she had passed away, Bartholomew lived alone in the house they once shared.
By BILAL KHAN9 months ago in Writers
THE CHASE
In the quiet hours just before dawn, when the world was still yawning and stretching into wakefulness, the old Bramley house sat in silence. Its creaky floorboards, dusty curtains, and sleepy furniture were still lost in dreams. But not everyone in the house was asleep.
By BILAL KHAN9 months ago in Writers
