Ghalib Khan
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my name is Ghalib Khan I'm Pakistani.I lived Saudi Arabia and I'm a BA pass student
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“The Last Letter”
The rain had not stopped for three days. It came in soft sheets against the window, washing away the dust but leaving behind a silence that felt heavier than the clouds above. Inside the small apartment, Ayaan sat at the wooden table, staring at the envelope in his hands. It was wrinkled now, worn from hours of being held but never opened.
By Ghalib Khan3 months ago in Lifehack
The Promise Beneath the Rain
The rain had been falling all evening, soft and steady, washing the streets in silver. In the small café at the corner of the old town, Ameer sat by the window, his coffee untouched. His eyes weren’t on the cup — they were on the empty chair across from him.
By Ghalib Khan3 months ago in Filthy
The Light in Her Window
Every evening at exactly 7 p.m., Hamza walked down the narrow lane that led to the small white house at the edge of the village. The villagers had grown used to the sight of him—an old man with a walking stick, holding a single red rose.
By Ghalib Khan3 months ago in Confessions
The Last Train Home
The clock struck 11:45 p.m. when Alina rushed into the train station, her scarf fluttering behind her. The last train was about to leave, and missing it meant being stranded all night. She ran through the crowd, her heart pounding—not just from the race, but from the message she’d received ten minutes ago.
By Ghalib Khan3 months ago in Lifehack
The Letter She Never Sent”
The old bookstore on Mall Road had seen countless seasons — summer dust, autumn leaves, and the endless rhythm of rain tapping against its windows. But for Ayaan, every morning began the same way: a quiet wait. He would sweep the floor, arrange the new arrivals, and glance at the clock above the door — not because he cared about the time, but because he knew who came through that door at 9:15 sharp.
By Ghalib Khan3 months ago in Lifehack
Changez Khan: The Man Who Changed the World
Eight hundred years ago, in the cold, windy lands of Mongolia, a boy was born who would one day shake the world. His name was Temujin, but the world would remember him as Changez Khan — or Genghis Khan, meaning “Universal Ruler.”
By Ghalib Khan3 months ago in History
Changez Khan: The Storm That Shaped the World
In the endless steppes of Mongolia, where the wind howls like a living spirit and life is a battle against the elements, a boy was born who would one day shake the world. His name was Temujin, but history would remember him as Changez Khan — Genghis Khan, the Great King of the Mongols.
By Ghalib Khan3 months ago in History
The Sword That Never Broke
The winds of Syria carried the sound of marching men. Their armor was worn, their sandals dust-covered, but their spirits blazed like fire. At the head of the army rode a man whose very name echoed across the deserts — Khalid bin Waleed, the Sword of Allah.
By Ghalib Khan3 months ago in History
Khalid bin Waleed: The Conqueror of Fāris
In the golden sands of Arabia, long before empires bowed to the crescent banner, there lived a man whose very name struck fear into the hearts of his enemies—Khalid bin Waleed, the Sword of Allah. Born into the noble Quraysh tribe of Makkah, Khalid was a warrior before he was a believer. His strength, strategy, and courage were legendary even among the proud Arabs of his time. Yet, his greatest victories would not be for tribe or pride—but for faith.
By Ghalib Khan3 months ago in History
The Silence She Carried
She was the kind of woman people easily overlooked — calm, polite, always listening. You’d see her in a crowd and think she was content being invisible. But if you looked closely, you’d notice something behind her stillness — the weight of a thousand unsaid things, the quiet of someone who had learned that words could wound as easily as they could heal.
By Ghalib Khan3 months ago in Filthy
