Engr Bilal
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Writer, dreamer, and storyteller. Sharing stories that explore life, love, and the little moments that shape us. Words are my way of connecting hearts.
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The Language of Love is Unspoken
Love is often portrayed as a grand proclamation—three little words whispered in candlelight, shouted across airports, written in shaky handwriting on folded notes passed under desks. But as I’ve moved through life, stumbled through heartbreak, and cherished real connection, I’ve come to understand something much deeper: the language of love is not always spoken. In fact, the most powerful kind of love is often silent. Unseen. Felt more than heard.
By Engr Bilal6 months ago in Fiction
What Love Taught Me
I used to think love was just about romance—the kind you see in movies, read in novels, hear in every heart-wrenching ballad on the radio. The fireworks. The butterflies. The late-night texts that make you smile. But life has a funny way of reshaping our understanding. What love has taught me is far deeper, and far more complicated, than anything I imagined when I was younger.
By Engr Bilal6 months ago in Humans
Written in Our Stars
There’s something beautifully mysterious about the idea that our lives are guided by the stars. That maybe, just maybe, there’s a greater plan etched into the night sky, waiting patiently for us to discover it. I used to brush off such thoughts — too poetic, too whimsical, too hopeful for a world that often feels so chaotic. But the more I’ve lived, the more I’ve come to believe that some things really do feel destined. Some people, some moments, some decisions — they don’t just happen. They feel written.
By Engr Bilal6 months ago in Motivation
Love, in All Its Beautiful Chaos
Love isn’t a straight line. It’s not neat or predictable, nor does it come packaged in perfection. Love is a storm and a shelter, a song and its silence, a mess and a miracle—all tangled into something we keep chasing even when it’s broken us before.
By Engr Bilal6 months ago in Motivation
Echoes of a Silent Heart
There are certain things we carry with us that no one sees. Memories wrapped in silence, unspoken pain, the ache of words left unsaid — all tucked away in the quiet corners of the heart. I’ve learned that just because something is silent doesn’t mean it isn’t loud. Grief, loneliness, regret — they echo in the heart long after the world has moved on.
By Engr Bilal6 months ago in Motivation
Where the Heart Knows the Way
There are moments in life when everything seems to make perfect sense on paper. The job offer has a higher salary. The person checks all the boxes. The city looks better on your resume. The move is practical. The friendship has history. The plan is solid.
By Engr Bilal6 months ago in Motivation
Advantages of Marriage
Marriage has taken on a lot of different meanings over time — and in recent years, it’s been questioned, redefined, criticized, and even shrugged at. It’s true that not everyone dreams of a big wedding or a lifelong partnership tied together with paperwork. That’s fair. But for many of us, marriage still holds value — not just as a romantic ideal, but as a deeply practical, emotional, and even spiritual bond that can bring out the best in us.
By Engr Bilal6 months ago in Marriage
Universal Truth
There’s something oddly comforting about realizing some things just… are. They don’t ask for our opinion. They don’t change because we’re having a bad day. They remain — steady, silent, and sometimes inconvenient — like gravity or the sunrise. We call these “universal truths,” and while they can be simple, they’re anything but small.
By Engr Bilal7 months ago in Chapters
How I Finally Got My Brain to Work With Me, Not Against Me
There’s nothing more frustrating than knowing what you should do… and not being able to do it. For the longest time, that was me. I had the tools, the lists, the goals. I even had ambition. But something always stood in the way. That something? My own brain.
By Engr Bilal7 months ago in Motivation
A Better Kind of Silence
Sophie met James in the waiting room of her therapist’s office. It wasn’t a romantic place. No candlelight, no orchestral swelling, no accidental touches of hands over dropped coffee cups. Just two people sitting in adjacent chairs under too-bright fluorescent lights, the smell of chamomile tea and hand sanitizer heavy in the air.
By Engr Bilal7 months ago in Writers
