Habib

Joined July 2025

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The Prince and the Talking Bird
Long ago, in the golden city of Samarkand, there lived a prince named Kamil, beloved by his people for his gentle nature and sharp mind. His father, the old king, knew his son’s heart was good — but he worried that Kamil was too trusting, too eager to see only the good in men.
By Habib6 months ago in Fiction
The Bridge Over Mirwan River
They said no one could cross the Mirwan River when it roared in the monsoon. They said no boy from the village could ever build a bridge strong enough to stand against it.
By Habib6 months ago in Motivation
A House Where the Walls Remember
I stand at the gate that no longer closes, rust licking the metal like an old wound that refuses to scab over. The house is smaller than I remember. Time does that shrinks things, shrivels paint, peels wallpaper like shedding skin.
By Habib6 months ago in Poets
Letters I’ll Never Send
By Habib You left on a Thursday. Or maybe you left long before that, when we stopped looking each other in the eye. I don’t know where the promise went — the one you made under the half-finished bridge when we were seventeen and I was drunk on cheap wine and you were drunk on the idea of forever.
By Habib6 months ago in Fiction
The Serpentine Path of Bitkor Road
The sun had barely risen above the towering peaks of Gilgit-Baltistan when Rafiq tightened the straps of his backpack and gazed out over the valley. Below him, the famous Bitkor Road unfurled like a white ribbon, snaking across the brown, craggy mountainsides toward Jalalabad, shimmering in the early morning light.
By Habib6 months ago in History
The Girl in the Room That Doesn’t Exist
By Habib No one believed her, of course. Landlords dismissed her concerns with blank stares. “Miss Rowan, there is no such room. The floorplan is standard.”
By Habib6 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the Pomegranate Tree
The sun had barely risen above the jagged mountains surrounding Kandahar when Emma’s boots crunched over the dry earth of the clinic courtyard. She adjusted her scarf, more out of respect than necessity—though in southern Afghanistan, it helped blend in. Her blonde hair was tucked under the cloth, her blue eyes scanning the line of women and children waiting for medical attention. She had come to Afghanistan as part of a humanitarian mission—one she had fought tooth and nail to join. As a nurse with Doctors Beyond Borders, her job was clear: treat the sick, offer help, and remain neutral.
By Habib6 months ago in Futurism
72 Days in the Death Zone: The Untold Story of the Andes Plane Crash
On October 13, 1972, the roar of the twin turboprop engines of Uruguayan Air Force Flight 571 echoed over the Andes Mountains. Aboard the military Fairchild FH-227D were 45 souls a mix of young rugby players from Montevideo, their friends, and family. They were bound for Santiago, Chile, where the Old Christians Club rugby team was scheduled to play an exhibition match.
By Habib6 months ago in Fiction
Kandahar Rose
By Habib It was the summer of 2009 when Claire Bennett, a young American journalist, arrived with her camera and notebooks, determined to document the human side of the war. She had covered conflict zones before Iraq, Syria but something about Afghanistan, especially the South, felt different. There was beauty in the ruins, resilience in the silence, and danger lurking behind every wall.
By Habib6 months ago in Journal
The Silence Between Raindrops
By Habib It starts with the rain. It always does, these days. Not in the grand, cinematic sense the thunder, the wind but the smallness of it. The hush as it begins. The way it taps gently against the windows of my father’s room in the care home, like it’s trying to speak before it forgets how.
By Habib6 months ago in Fiction
The Echo Room
By Habib It was always colder than she expected. Even wrapped in her thick cardigan, Halima felt the chill crawl across her skin as the door of the Echo Room sealed shut behind her with a soft hiss. A pale blue light bloomed from the center of the floor, casting slow ripples across the walls, like moonlight on water. It was sterile, yes but not unkind.
By Habib6 months ago in Fiction
The Moon
--- ▁ ▂ ▄ ▅ ▆ ▇ █ The Moon █ ▇ ▆ ▅ ▄ ▂ ▁ In the vast sky’s endless space, You, O moon, are beauty and grace. Your color pale, like golden light,
By Habib6 months ago in Poets