Dawood Ahmad
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"The Church was Empty, but I Heard a Voice"
The Church Was Empty, But I Heard a Voice The old church doors groaned under the weight of time as I pushed them open. The hinges whined like something long forgotten, like a memory trying to wake up. A wave of cold air swept over me as I stepped inside, carrying the scent of old wood, wax, and something faintly metallic—like forgotten tears.
By Dawood Ahmad6 months ago in Psyche
Symptoms of Love
The Symptoms of Love They never told us that love would feel more like a slow fever than a lightning bolt. There’s no sudden switch. No dramatic orchestral moment. No skies opening. It arrives quietly, crawling beneath your skin like warmth from a candle you didn’t realize was lit. It’s subtle at first—almost dismissible—but over time, the symptoms become harder to ignore.
By Dawood Ahmad6 months ago in Humans
The Last Time She Said "I' M Fine"
The Last Time She Said "I’m Fine" There are moments in life that seem ordinary when they happen, but later reveal themselves as turning points—small, quiet seconds that carry more weight than we realize. The last time she said, “I’m fine,” was one of those moments.
By Dawood Ahmad6 months ago in Psyche
The Final Messenger:A journey Through the Life of Prophet Muhammad(S. A. W)
1. A Child Born in Makkah In the quiet city of Makkah in 570 CE, a child was born who would later illuminate the world with divine guidance. Muhammad ibn Abdullah ﷺ came into a noble but struggling family of the Quraysh tribe. Orphaned early—his father before birth and his mother at six—he was raised by his grandfather, then his uncle Abu Talib. Despite these challenges, Muhammad ﷺ grew into a man admired for his honesty, character, and wisdom. People called him Al-Amin, meaning “the trustworthy.”
By Dawood Ahmad6 months ago in History
I Married My Shadow.
I Married My Shadow --- They say you can't outrun your shadow. I never tried to—because mine loved me. It started as a joke. I was 27, freshly heartbroken, living alone in a second-floor apartment where the walls echoed everything I didn’t want to hear. My friends said I needed to get back out there, download dating apps, distract myself. But I wasn’t ready for people. People came with expectations, with questions. I couldn’t even answer my own.
By Dawood Ahmad6 months ago in Fiction
