Habib

Joined July 2025

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The Well of Wit
The Clever Rabbit 🐇 In a dense forest, there once lived a tiger who spent his days and nights hunting. All the other animals lived in fear of him because he was the biggest and strongest creature in the forest.
By Habib3 months ago in Fiction
A Day on the Farm
An Amazing Story by Habib The rooster crowed loudly at dawn, and Lina slowly opened her eyes. It was still a little dark, but she knew it was time to get up. Today was special she was going to help her grandfather on the farm. Lina quickly put on her worn-out boots and tied her hair back. The smell of fresh morning air greeted her as she stepped outside.
By Habib5 months ago in Families
Things I Never Told My Father
By Habib I have spent years talking to you in the quiet places of my mind. In the steam of my morning coffee, in the hush before sleep, in the echo of your favorite old songs that sometimes find me in grocery aisles or stuck in traffic. I speak to you in half-sentences and sighs — things I wish I’d said when you were still sitting across the dinner table, your calloused hands folded like a fortress between us.
By Habib6 months ago in Families
Tea With My Younger Self
By Habib If I could sit across from my ten-year-old self, I’d choose a small wooden table in a quiet café, tucked away from the noise of grown-up schedules and the press of too much reality. I’d order two cups of tea — mine strong, black, restless; hers gentle, sweetened with just enough sugar to coax out a smile. She’d look at me wide-eyed, feet swinging above the ground because they couldn’t yet reach the floor.
By Habib6 months ago in Humans
How To Grow a Memory
Memories are seeds. Tiny, fragile, and full of hidden life. You hold them in your hands like grains of soil, waiting for the right moment—
By Habib6 months ago in Poets
What Does It Mean to Belong?
By Habib Belonging. It is a word so simple, yet its meaning stretches deep beneath the surface of everyday life. To belong—to a place, a community, or even to oneself—is something many of us seek, but few can fully define. Is it a feeling, a set of shared experiences, or perhaps a quiet acceptance that settles inside like a warm light? As I reflect on my own journey through life, I realize that belonging is less a destination and more an ongoing discovery, an evolving dance between connection and identity.
By Habib6 months ago in Humans
The Secret Smile of the Labubu Doll
By Habib On the dusty shelf of a tiny antique shop hidden behind ivy-covered walls, the Labubu doll sat alone. Its wide grin, stitched with golden thread, seemed to watch every visitor with an unsettling curiosity. People passed it by—most didn’t notice the doll at all. But those who did, they either shuddered or stared for a moment too long, unable to say why its round eyes and sly smile tugged at something deep in their chest.
By Habib6 months ago in Horror
The Fox and the Crow
Once upon a time, in a lush forest filled with towering trees and winding streams, a clever fox lived. The fox, named Rusty, was known for his cunning and quick wit. He had a shiny orange coat and a bushy tail that he loved to flaunt.
By Habib6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Voice on Channel 59
By Habib The morning sun rose pale over Pine Ridge Reservation, its rays catching on the frost still clinging to the tin roofs of the radio station’s low building. Inside, Angela Two Bears sat in the small broadcast booth, the red ‘ON AIR’ light glowing above her. Her voice warm, steady drifted through crackling radios across miles of Dakota prairie.
By Habib6 months ago in Journal
Letters to the Trees
I used to think the trees were silent. That they stood still, indifferent, their branches bare witnesses to our tiny lives. I know better now. Now, I know they listen. Maybe that’s why I started writing the letters to give my secrets a place to grow roots when my heart could not hold them anymore.
By Habib6 months ago in Poets
The Candle and the Dawn
By Habib In the small village of Shahbazpur, where the evenings fell quiet except for the hum of crickets and the soft murmur of the wind through the wheat fields, lived a boy named Amir. Amir was fifteen years old and the eldest of four siblings. His father tilled a small piece of land on the outskirts of the village, and his mother stitched clothes for the villagers to earn extra money.
By Habib6 months ago in Education
How to Get Rich: The Untold Truths They Never Teach You
By Habib Everyone wants to be rich, but very few ever truly become wealthy. We scroll past glamorous posts of millionaires on Instagram, listen to quick-fix gurus on YouTube, and dream about winning the lottery. But here’s the truth no one wants to hear: getting rich isn’t about luck — it’s about changing your mindset, your habits, and your relationship with money.
By Habib6 months ago in Motivation