Fareed Ullah
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Dump Truck Tire Puncture on the Road
Dump Truck Tire Puncture on the Road The sun was only beginning to rise when I started my drive that morning. The road stretched out like an endless ribbon of gray, and the air was cool enough that I had my window cracked just to feel the breeze. Driving a dump truck isn’t glamorous, but there’s something calming about being on the highway before most people are awake. The world feels quieter, slower, and for a while, it’s just you and the road.
By Fareed Ullah4 months ago in Confessions
“ NO ONE CAN BEAT ME “
When I was a kid, people always told me what I could not do. Teachers, neighbors, even some friends laughed at me when I said I wanted to do something big in life. They said, “You don’t have the skills. You don’t have the money. You don’t have the talent.” At first, I believed them. I thought maybe they were right, maybe I was too small, too weak, too ordinary.
By Fareed Ullah5 months ago in Earth
“Tiny Lies That Keep the World From Exploding"
There’s a moment every morning, usually before the coffee’s finished brewing, when my brain tries to convince me that the world is only hanging together because of tiny lies. Not the big, cinematic lies you see in courtroom dramas or political scandals, but the small, threadbare ones—tiny truths bent just enough to keep everything from tearing at the seams.
By Fareed Ullah5 months ago in History
“From Hard Work to High Achievements”
I wasn't born with talent. At least, that's what I believed for most of my early life. Growing up in a small town, I was never the top student, the fastest runner, or the most confident speaker. I blended in—just another face in the crowd. My classmates seemed to shine naturally, while I struggled to keep up. It wasn’t that I didn’t try—it’s just that my effort rarely stood out.
By Fareed Ullah5 months ago in Education
“Unknown Number, Known Heart”
Unknown Number, Known Heart Subtitle: A call from nowhere, yet everything felt familiar It was just another quiet evening. I had just returned from work, changed into my home clothes, and sat on the edge of the bed. The fan above made a soft humming sound. My phone buzzed beside me. I looked at the screen.
By Fareed Ullah6 months ago in Humans
“wife and husband fight“
It was just another evening in our small home. The kids were asleep, the TV was on, and I was in the kitchen doing the dishes. My husband, Sameer, was scrolling on his phone, sitting on the sofa, tired from work. I was tired too. Maybe more tired than I even realized.
By Fareed Ullah6 months ago in Families
“Stop Blaming the Safety Officer After the Accident‘’
The siren rang out louder than usual that morning. It wasn't the usual drill or a test of the system—it was real. People ran, shouted, and pointed. Within minutes, the site was in chaos. One man was on the ground, motionless. Another was screaming in pain, trapped under a fallen scaffold. It was the kind of scene that no one forgets.
By Fareed Ullah6 months ago in Education
“ONE SIDED LOVE ‘
A story of silent love, missed chances, and the heart that never let go. It was always her. From the moment we met in college, with her tangled hair falling over her sketchpad, biting her pen like the world didn’t exist around her—I knew I’d never see the world the same again.
By Fareed Ullah6 months ago in Humans
