Echoes of the Soul
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Philosopher at heart. Traveler by choice. I write about life’s big questions, the wisdom of cultures, and the soul’s journey. Inspired by Islamic teachings and the world around me
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The Song That Was Never Written
Elias had not touched his piano in three years. The keys sat beneath a thin layer of dust, the wood dull from neglect. It was strange — how something that once spoke louder than his own heartbeat could now sit silent, as if mourning him instead.
By Echoes of the Soul2 months ago in Psyche
The Man Who Collected Moments
In a quiet corner of the city, tucked between a forgotten bookstore and a café that only opened when it rained, there lived a man named Arif. No one knew much about him, except that he always carried a small glass jar wherever he went.
By Echoes of the Soul2 months ago in Art
The Mirror That Shows Your Future
When Evelyn bought the mirror, she thought it was just another antique, something to fill the empty space in her apartment. It was a beautiful piece, framed in dark oak, with a subtle, almost imperceptible crack running along its edge. The kind of imperfection that seemed to add character.
By Echoes of the Soul2 months ago in Chapters
The Girl Who Spoke to Shadows
In the mountain village of Rahin, the sun disappeared early. By dusk, the houses folded into the hills like secrets, and the streets filled with whispers the wind refused to carry. The villagers said it was the price of peace — silence kept them safe.
By Echoes of the Soul2 months ago in Art
The Library That Vanished at Midnight
I first saw the library on a night when the moon was late. It stood quietly at the edge of the old city — between an abandoned theater and a street of locked doors — its windows glowing faintly like candlelight trapped behind time.
By Echoes of the Soul3 months ago in Art
The Town That Woke Up Twice
The first sunrise was normal. Birds sang, fishermen gathered by the pier, and the bakery on Main Street opened its doors with the familiar smell of fresh bread and sea salt. Children walked to school, and life in the little coastal town of Marlin Bay moved at its unhurried rhythm — as it always had.
By Echoes of the Soul3 months ago in Art
The Coffee Shop That Never Closed
New York rain — not gentle, not poetic — just cold and uninviting, the kind that makes the whole city look like it’s crying under its own weight. I had been walking for hours, trying to forget something I could never remember clearly. That’s when I saw it — a tiny coffee shop tucked between two old brick buildings on a street I swear didn’t exist the day before.
By Echoes of the Soul3 months ago in Poets
The Man Who Waited by the Bridge
It always starts with rain. Berlin has a strange relationship with it — the way the droplets cling to iron bridges and roll down the glass facades of cafés. On nights like this, the city feels suspended between memory and dream.
By Echoes of the Soul3 months ago in Art
The Evening That Never Spoke — A Night in New York
It was one of those New York evenings when the rain doesn’t pour — it whispers. The kind of rain that glides across glass windows, clings to streetlights, and turns every reflection into a memory you didn’t know you had.
By Echoes of the Soul3 months ago in Art
