Farhad

Joined November 2025

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The Sound That Changed the World
Before the laugh came, there was waiting. Not the kind of waiting filled with impatience or clocks ticking loudly on walls, but a quiet, hopeful waiting that lived in the small house at the end of the lane. It lived in the pauses between heartbeats, in the way every adult in the room leaned forward without realizing it, as if the air itself might carry news.
By Farhad12 days ago in Humans
When the Heart Learns to Breathe Again
Heartbreak does not arrive loudly. It does not announce itself with thunder or warning bells. It comes softly, like a crack in glass—almost invisible at first—until one day the whole world seems to shatter in your hands.
By Farhad12 days ago in Humans
The Arrow That Missed the Sky
In a quiet valley where the land rose gently into green hills and the air smelled of pine and damp earth, there lived a hunter named Arin. He was known throughout nearby villages for his sharp eyes and steady hands. His bow was carved from old yew wood, polished smooth by years of use, and his arrows never seemed to miss their mark. To many, Arin was a provider, a man who brought food and skins through skill and patience. To others, he was a shadow moving through the forest, silent and inevitable.
By Farhad12 days ago in Horror
The Silent Soil
The earth lies silent beneath the burning sun, Its soil cracked, each fissure a story begun. No rivers to hum, no streams to sing,
By Farhad13 days ago in Earth
Honey Earth
In a distant future, long after humanity had learned the hard way that greed could destroy even the most fertile lands, there existed a place whispered about in legends: Honey Earth. Unlike the barren, gray planets that orbited lifeless stars, Honey Earth shimmered with golden warmth. Rivers ran thick with sweet nectar, trees bore fruits that tasted of sunshine, and the flowers hummed gentle melodies when the wind passed through them. It was said that every creature who stepped onto Honey Earth felt an immediate sense of belonging, as though the planet itself had welcomed them home.
By Farhad13 days ago in Earth
The Endless Thread
A straight line stretches across the canvas of time, Silent, unwavering, simple yet profound. It is the path that refuses to bend,
By Farhad13 days ago in Motivation
Echoes Within
Who am I, when the mirrors fall silent, When the faces I wear crumble into dust, And the names I answer to fade like footprints in sand?
By Farhad13 days ago in Men
Wings Beneath the Midnight Snow
Midnight arrived the way it always does in winter—quietly, without ceremony, slipping into the world like a held breath. The village slept under a deep blanket of snow, rooftops softened into pale shapes, paths erased, fences buried. Even the river had slowed its voice, whispering beneath thin sheets of ice. Above it all, the sky stretched wide and dark, scattered with faint stars that seemed colder than usual.
By Farhad13 days ago in Wander
When the Snow Learned to Listen
Winter arrived without apology. It did not knock or whisper; it simply came, spreading its white silence across fields, forests, and forgotten gardens. The sky lowered itself into a pale, endless gray, and the wind sharpened its voice. Leaves that once danced in sunlight now lay curled and brown, while branches stood bare, as if stripped of memory.
By Farhad13 days ago in Earth
When Morning Learned to Speak
Morning never arrives all at once. It comes softly, like a thought that slowly becomes a belief. Before the sun shows its face, before birds dare to sing, before humans stir behind closed windows, morning is already at work—brushing the world with dew.
By Farhad13 days ago in Earth
The Thirst That Taught the Sky to Think
The sun rose like a slow-burning coal over the dry plains, and with it came a heat that pressed down upon the earth as if the sky itself were thirsty. The riverbeds lay cracked and pale, fields whispered with brittle grass, and even the wind seemed tired as it drifted without promise. On a crooked neem tree at the edge of a quiet village sat a black crow, feathers dulled by dust, eyes sharp with hunger and thirst.
By Farhad13 days ago in Motivation
The Word That Whispers
There is a word that lives quietly, hidden between pages, soft as a sigh, and yet it waits, bright as a single star in the endless night of letters.
By Farhad27 days ago in Humans