Farhadi

Joined November 2025

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Wind That Arrived Before Words
The morning wind arrived before the sun fully woke. It slipped between houses, brushed against closed windows, and carried with it the cool breath of night that had not yet learned the warmth of day. It did not knock or announce itself. It simply moved—softly at first, like a thought forming before language.
By Farhadi2 days ago in Earth
Then, Try
Then try— not because the road is kind, not because the sky has promised you blue, not because the world is waiting with applause,
By Farhadi2 days ago in Humans
When Intelligence Learned to Help
The city woke up every morning before the sun, not because people demanded it, but because systems whispered to one another in the dark. Traffic lights adjusted their rhythms, power grids balanced invisible loads, and hospitals reviewed silent streams of data, preparing for the day ahead. At the heart of all this motion was something most citizens rarely thought about anymore: artificial intelligence. It did not announce itself. It did not boast. It simply worked.
By Farhadi2 days ago in Humans
The River That Learned to Think
The river did not always know its own name. Long before maps pressed blue lines onto paper and engineers carved numbers into stone, it was simply motion—water listening to gravity, shape, and time. It slid over pebbles, bent around roots, and sang to the air in a language older than words. Yet on one quiet morning, as sunlight fractured into trembling diamonds on its surface, the river began to wonder why it moved the way it did.
By Farhadi2 days ago in Earth
When the Breeze Learns My Name
The breeze arrives without footsteps, a quiet visitor who never knocks, yet somehow knows exactly where to find me. It slips through half-open windows,
By Farhadi4 days ago in Earth
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 Farhadi5 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 Farhadi5 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 Farhadi5 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 Farhadi6 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 Farhadi6 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 Farhadi6 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 Farhadi6 days ago in Men