Farhadi

Joined November 2025

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The Age of Thoughtful Machines
In the heart of a bustling city, where glass towers reflected sunlight like liquid mirrors and streets hummed with the rhythm of a million lives, lived a young software developer named Leila. She had always been fascinated by technology, but her fascination went beyond simple curiosity. Leila believed that technology could transform human life, not just automate it. And in 2030, the technology she was most excited about was artificial intelligence.
By Farhadi21 days ago in Motivation
Threads and Wings
In the old quarter of the town, where streets curved like unfinished sentences and houses leaned toward one another as if sharing secrets, lived an embroiderer named Amina. Her workshop was small, no larger than a single room, but inside it existed an entire universe made of thread. Silk, cotton, wool, and linen lay arranged in careful rows, their colors glowing softly in the filtered sunlight that slipped through a narrow window. Every stitch Amina made carried patience, memory, and something unnamed—something that made people pause when they looked too closely.
By Farhadi21 days ago in Motivation
When Time Takes a Breath
A holiday begins long before the calendar agrees. It starts in the mind, in the tired sigh at the end of a long week, in the silent wish whispered between responsibilities,
By Farhadi21 days ago in Earth
The Year the Console Dreamed Bigger
By the time winter faded into spring, the PlayStation 5 no longer felt like a machine sitting quietly beneath the television. In 2026, it felt alive—like a doorway that opened wider with every announcement, teaser trailer, and whispered rumor drifting through gaming communities across the world. For players, this was not just another year of releases. It was a year of promise, when stories yet untold waited patiently inside glowing loading screens.
By Farhadi21 days ago in Gamers
The Chalk That Never Truly Faded
Every morning before the sun fully rose, Mr. Aarif Khan unlocked the iron gate of the old school with the same quiet ritual. He did it slowly, as if the building itself needed time to wake up. The school was not grand—its walls were cracked, the paint peeled in places, and the windows rattled when the wind blew—but to Mr. Aarif, it was a sacred place. It was where minds were shaped, fears were softened, and futures quietly began.
By Farhadi21 days ago in Motivation
The Legendary Coat That Refused to Retire
I own a coat, not merely cloth, But something closer to a myth. It’s not just worn—it has been through things, Survived the cold, endured my thrift.
By Farhadi21 days ago in Men
The Lion and the Silent Lump
In the heart of the vast savannah, where golden grass swayed endlessly beneath the sun and the wind carried ancient secrets, lived a lion named Arvak. He was no ordinary lion. His mane was thick and dark like a storm cloud at dusk, his roar echoed across valleys, and his presence alone was enough to still the movements of prey and predator alike. Arvak was known as the King of the Plains, feared, respected, and admired.
By Farhadi21 days ago in Fiction
Where My Heart Learned to Stay
My home does not stand out on any map. It is not famous, grand, or celebrated in photographs. Yet, to me, it is the center of the world—the place where my life first learned its shape, where memories cling to walls like quiet echoes, and where my heart always returns, no matter how far I wander.
By Farhadi21 days ago in Families
The Whispering River
The river had always been alive. To the villagers, it was a lifeline, carrying water for crops, washing the clothes of families, and offering a cool refuge in the heat of summer. But to those who paused long enough to watch, the river was more than just a body of water. It was a living tapestry, pulsing with life, mystery, and stories whispered beneath the surface.
By Farhadi21 days ago in Earth
Steps in the Dawn
The world awakes in gentle hues, As sunlight spills in golden streaks, Across the rooftops, fields, and dews, Where silence bends, yet softly speaks.
By Farhadi21 days ago in Earth
Shadows of the City
The city never slept. Its streets were alive with neon lights, the hum of traffic, and the constant whisper of secrets. Beneath the towering skyscrapers and bustling marketplaces, a darker rhythm pulsed—a rhythm followed by men who had long abandoned the law, choosing instead the shadowed alleys and hidden corners where the rules of society no longer applied.
By Farhadi21 days ago in Criminal
Beneath the Rippled Veil
The lake lay in a hidden valley, shielded by dense groves of willow and alder, its waters glinting like molten silver under the early morning sun. To the casual observer, it was simply a serene stretch of water, a quiet sanctuary where the world seemed to pause. But to those who truly observed, the lake was a living, breathing entity, brimming with secrets that danced beneath its surface.
By Farhadi21 days ago in Proof