Emranullah
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I write about art, emotion, and the silent power of human connection
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The Stranger Who Knew My Future
The café smelled of burnt espresso and yesterday’s rain, a combination I’d grown strangely fond of during my late-night writing sessions. I sat in my usual corner seat, laptop open, cursor blinking like a heartbeat waiting for purpose. Outside, the streetlamps flickered against the wet pavement, casting long shadows that moved when nothing else did.
By Emranullah2 months ago in Fiction
The Night My Reflection Spoke Back
The apartment was quieter than usual that night. Even the old radiator, famous for its midnight groans, stayed still, as if it sensed the heaviness sitting in my chest. I had been living alone for almost a year—long enough for the silence to feel normal, but short enough for it to still sting.
By Emranullah2 months ago in Fiction
A Stranger Smiled at Me
Sometimes, the smallest gestures leave the deepest marks. I was walking down the same cracked sidewalk I had walked a thousand times before, my hands stuffed into my coat pockets, my thoughts hovering somewhere between yesterday’s regrets and tomorrow’s anxieties. The sky hung low, a heavy gray sheet pressing down on the city, and I imagined that the clouds were weighing down not just on the streets but on everyone who moved beneath them.
By Emranullah2 months ago in Fiction
A Stranger Smiled at Me
Sometimes, the smallest gestures leave the deepest marks. I was walking down the same cracked sidewalk I had walked a thousand times before, my hands stuffed into my coat pockets, my thoughts hovering somewhere between yesterday’s regrets and tomorrow’s anxieties. The sky hung low, a heavy gray sheet pressing down on the city, and I imagined that the clouds were weighing down not just on the streets but on everyone who moved beneath them.
By Emranullah2 months ago in Humans
The Train That Arrived 10 Years Late
I was the only person on the platform when it arrived. Midnight at Bramwell Station was never lively, but that night the silence felt unnatural—heavy, like the air was holding its breath. The timetable board blinked its usual digital emptiness, showing only the morning departures. No trains were scheduled. No tracks were lit. And yet—
By Emranullah2 months ago in Fiction
The Stranger in My Dreams
It started on a Tuesday night, though I can’t remember the exact date. I only know it was the kind of night when the wind pressed against the windows like it had secrets to tell. My dreams had always been strange, but that night, they became something else entirely—something that felt alive, as if my subconscious had a new visitor.
By Emranullah2 months ago in Art
🎙️ The Last Voice on the Tape
1. The Inheritance When Emily Carter’s father passed away, she expected nothing more than a small box of belongings, maybe a watch or a couple of faded photographs. Instead, she inherited his entire cabin — a lonely wooden house sitting deep in the forest he had moved to after her mother’s death.
By Emranullah2 months ago in Art
The Locked Room
I had never been to my grandmother’s house before the reading of her will. In fact, the house had been abandoned for as long as I could remember, its ivy-choked windows staring down the empty street like silent sentinels. When the lawyer handed me the keys, I felt a strange mixture of awe and unease. The house was mine now—just as it had been hers for nearly fifty years—but something about its silence seemed almost alive.
By Emranullah2 months ago in Art
The Letter No One Was Meant to Read… But It Changed a Heart Forever
There is a small town, quiet and fading, tucked away between hills that rarely see travelers. The roads are narrow and cracked, and the air smells of dust, burnt tea, and old memories. The houses stand close to one another, like old friends leaning on each other to keep from falling.
By Emranullah2 months ago in History
The Scent of a Mother’s Hands — A Living Memory
It was a cold evening. The city lights glowed softly, flickering like silent stars scattered across concrete streets. Cars passed by in a rush, voices overlapped, laughter and noise filled the air. Yet among all of this movement and sound, one person walked alone.
By Emranullah2 months ago in Art
The Story of Pharaoh and Prophet Musa (Moses) عليه السلام
In ancient times, in the land of Egypt, there lived a powerful ruler known as Pharaoh. He was the king of Egypt, and his kingdom was strong, wealthy, and full of grand buildings, monuments, and temples. The Nile River flowed through the land and brought life to the soil, allowing the people to grow crops and live in great comfort. But Pharaoh was not just a ruler; he was a very proud and arrogant man. He believed that no one was greater than him, and he demanded that people treat him as a god. He would say to the people, “I am your lord. I am the one who controls your life.” The people feared him greatly and obeyed him because they did not want to face his punishment.
By Emranullah2 months ago in Humans
The Silent Language of Eyes
The human eye has always been called the window to the soul. For centuries, poets, philosophers, and dreamers have tried to capture the mystery hidden behind a single glance. Some say the eyes can lie, while others argue that they reveal the deepest truths of the heart. But what happens when one look changes the course of an entire life? This is the story of Aria, a young woman whose gaze held the power of both strength and silence.
By Emranullah3 months ago in Education
