Farhadi

Joined November 2025

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The Crown That Truth Could Not Deceive
In the ancient kingdom of Eldoria, where rivers curved like silver ribbons and fields stretched wide beneath open skies, there ruled a king unlike any other. King Alaric wore no crown of heavy gold in his heart, though one rested upon his head. His true power lay not in armies or riches, but in kindness—a kindness so genuine that people often mistook it for weakness.
By Farhadi24 days ago in Men
The Smile That Learned to Lie
I once called you my friend, a word I spoke with open hands, not knowing how easily trust can be folded, creased, and hidden behind a practiced smile.
By Farhadi24 days ago in Motivation
Where the Sun Learned to Rest
Every evening, when the world began to loosen its grip on noise and hurry, the mountains waited. They did not wait the way humans wait—tapping feet, glancing at clocks, growing restless with impatience. The mountains waited with the deep, unshakable patience of things that had watched oceans arrive and disappear, forests rise and fall, and generations pass like brief breaths. They waited for the sunset.
By Farhadi24 days ago in Earth
The Alchemist’s Dawn
The world existed in a state of silvered suspension, a breathless hush where the night had not yet fully surrendered and the day had not yet dared to begin. High in the mist-veiled peaks of the Sierra Nevada, the air was a sharp, crystalline draught that tasted of ancient stone and dormant pine. It was a morning in late 2025, and for Julian, standing on the weathered wooden deck of his cabin, the stillness felt like a cathedral—hallowed, expectant, and impossibly fragile.
By Farhadi24 days ago in Earth
Leafs and Raining
The world held its breath, a moment of profound, pregnant silence before the sky tore open. Elias stood at the rain-streaked window of his old, slightly sagging cabin, nestled deep within a valley in the Blue Ridge Mountains. The scent of damp earth, rich compost, and the sharp, clean promise of a coming deluge was a potent, intoxicating note in the chilly air. For weeks, the forest that surrounded him had been a study in vibrant, desperate color: the fiery reds of the maples, the defiant, almost electric golds of the birches, and the deep, resonant oranges and burgundies of the sturdy oaks. Now, the sky above was a bruised, heavy grey, a vast canvas of impending release. A collective shiver seemed to run through the woods, not from a mere drop in temperature, but from a deep, primal anticipation of the event to come. The leaves, brittle and dry after a long, unseasonably warm autumn, began to rustle, a sound that started like distant applause and quickly escalated into a frantic, papery whisper that filled the air.
By Farhadi24 days ago in Earth
My Tears
My tears do not arrive loudly. They do not knock. They slip in quietly, like uninvited memories that know exactly where I keep my weakest hours.
By Farhadi24 days ago in Poets
My Car Thinks It’s the Main Character
My car and I have a complicated relationship. I call it transport. It calls me optional. Every morning begins with negotiations.
By Farhadi25 days ago in Art
Where the River Remembers the Fish
The river begins as a whisper, a silver thought slipping from the mountain’s mind, and the fish are born already knowing its grammar—
By Farhadi25 days ago in Poets
When the Earth Woke Gently
Spring did not arrive all at once. It never did. It came quietly, like a careful guest, testing the ground before stepping fully into the world. On this particular morning, the sun rose slowly over a wide meadow bordered by an ancient forest, and with it came the soft promise of warmth, renewal, and life stirring from long sleep.
By Farhadi25 days ago in Earth
The Quiet Ladder Inside You
There was a time in Arun’s life when mornings felt heavier than nights. The alarm rang, his eyes opened, and a familiar weight settled on his chest before his feet even touched the floor. It wasn’t sadness exactly, nor was it fear. It was the dull exhaustion of feeling stuck—of moving every day without going anywhere.
By Farhadi25 days ago in Motivation
When the Forest Held Its Breath
Winter arrived in the forest not as a sudden storm, but as a quiet promise whispered through the trees. The leaves had already fallen, carpeting the ground in shades of gold and brown, and the wind carried a sharper edge each morning. The animals knew what was coming. They always did. Winter was not a surprise—it was a test.
By Farhadi25 days ago in Motivation
The Price of One-Sided Friendship
Friendship is often spoken of as a bond built on trust, care, and mutual understanding. But not all friendships are equal. Some grow in the light of honesty, while others survive only because one person keeps giving and the other keeps taking. This is the story of such a friendship—one that taught me painful but necessary lessons about self-respect and the true meaning of loyalty.
By Farhadi25 days ago in Humans