Habib king

Joined August 2025

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Hello, everyone! I'm Habib King — welcome here.

Every setback has a story, and every story holds a lesson. I'm here to share mine, and maybe help you find strength in yours. Let’s grow together.

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When a Stranger’s Smile Saved My Day
The Morning That Felt Too Heavy Some days don’t go wrong in dramatic, life-changing ways — they just wear you down with a hundred tiny annoyances. That was me, on a cold, grey Tuesday morning.
By Habib king5 months ago in Humans
5 Career Lessons I Wish I Knew Sooner
If I could sit down with my younger self—the one nervously holding a fresh résumé and an oversized coffee—I would have a lot to say. Back then, I thought “success” was just about working hard, getting promoted, and maybe one day having a nice corner office.
By Habib king5 months ago in Journal
What If Your Reflection Could Talk Back?
The First Time It Spoke It happened on an ordinary Tuesday morning. I was standing in front of my bathroom mirror, toothbrush in hand, eyes still heavy with sleep. And then, my reflection blinked — before I did.
By Habib king5 months ago in Fiction
Lost in Time: The Train That Stops Nowhere
The Day I Boarded the Train It happened on a foggy Tuesday evening. I remember the way the mist curled around the platform, swallowing the edges of the station until it felt like I was standing inside a dream.
By Habib king5 months ago in Fiction
The Hug That Took 10 Years to Happen
Some moments in life arrive quietly, without fireworks or fanfare, yet they change everything. For me, that moment was a hug — one that I waited a decade to receive.
By Habib king5 months ago in Humans
Dinner, Disaster, and a Duck: My Worst First Date Ever
The Build-Up There’s a certain thrill to a first date. That mix of nervousness and hope. The “what if” floating in your head as you carefully choose your outfit, rehearse witty one-liners, and pretend your hair will actually cooperate.
By Habib king5 months ago in Humor
The Warmest Room in the House
The kitchen in my grandmother’s house was more than a place for cooking. It was where life slowed down enough for you to notice the smell of fresh bread,
By Habib king5 months ago in Families
Finding Light in the Clouds
Some days start with sunshine. Other days… feel like walking through fog. You know the kind I’m talking about— where even brushing your teeth feels like an achievement,
By Habib king5 months ago in Longevity
Writing Through Silence: My Poetic Ritual
In the hush before dawn, when the world forgets to speak, I sit with an empty page, listening to the breath between my thoughts.
By Habib king5 months ago in Poets
My Imaginary Friend Turned Real Overnight
When I was seven, I had an imaginary friend named Eli. He had messy hair, a crooked smile, and an endless supply of encouragement.
By Habib king5 months ago in Fiction
The Day My Sister Became My Hero
I used to think heroes wore uniforms, saved lives in dramatic rescues, or changed the world with grand gestures. My idea of “hero” was someone larger than life, someone you read about in the news or see in movies.
By Habib king5 months ago in Families
Why Saying “I’m Sorry” Is So Hard
It’s only two words. Just six letters. And yet, for many of us, “I’m sorry” feels like trying to push a boulder uphill. We know it’s the right thing to say. We know it could heal wounds, bridge distances, and ease tension. But when the moment comes, our lips tighten, our throat closes, and the words get stuck somewhere between our mind and our mouth.
By Habib king5 months ago in Humans

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When a Stranger’s Smile Saved My Day

5 Career Lessons I Wish I Knew Sooner

What If Your Reflection Could Talk Back?

Lost in Time: The Train That Stops Nowhere

The Hug That Took 10 Years to Happen

Dinner, Disaster, and a Duck: My Worst First Date Ever

The Warmest Room in the House

Finding Light in the Clouds

Writing Through Silence: My Poetic Ritual

My Imaginary Friend Turned Real Overnight

The Day My Sister Became My Hero

Why Saying “I’m Sorry” Is So Hard

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