Habib king
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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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A Cup of Tea and an Unspoken Goodbye
It was raining that morning — not the kind of rain that hammers on rooftops, but the kind that whispers against windows, as if it doesn’t want to disturb anyone. I sat by the small wooden table in my kitchen, the one that’s seen countless breakfasts, late-night talks, and quiet cups of tea. Across from me sat Anna, her hands wrapped around her mug as though it was the only thing keeping her steady.
By Habib king5 months ago in Humans
The Day My Dog Outsmarted Me
The Plan I Thought I Had I’ve always believed I was the smart one in my relationship with Max—my mischievous, fluffy, golden-haired retriever. After all, I’m the human. I buy the food, open the doors, and pay the vet bills. Max just wags his tail, chews sticks, and gives me those melt-your-heart eyes.
By Habib king5 months ago in Petlife
The Day I Became a Parent
People tell you your life will change the day you become a parent. They say it casually, almost like a friendly warning. But what they don’t tell you is that the moment itself is so much more than a single event. It’s a thousand little feelings colliding at once — joy, fear, awe, and a kind of love you didn’t know your heart could hold.
By Habib king5 months ago in Families
Will We Live on Mars in Our Lifetime?
The Question That Keeps Coming Back Every time I read a headline about Mars—whether it’s a rover sending back stunning images or a billionaire promising space colonies—I feel a spark of wonder. And then I think of the question that so many of us have asked at least once:
By Habib king5 months ago in Futurism
What I Learned From My Loneliest Night
It was winter, and the cold had a way of making everything feel sharper—every sound, every thought, every ache. I came home that evening to an empty apartment. No laughter drifting in from the living room, no phone ringing with a familiar voice on the other end. Just silence, deep and unbroken.
By Habib king5 months ago in Confessions
The House Without Your Voice
It’s strange how silence can feel so heavy. When you were here, the house was never really quiet. I don’t mean in a noisy, chaotic way—it was the kind of sound that made a place feel alive. Your voice floated from the kitchen as you hummed while cooking. You’d call out from the hallway, asking if I’d seen your keys. You’d tell me a random story you’d remembered, your words spilling out in bursts of laughter.
By Habib king5 months ago in Fiction
Healing the Parts of Me I Ignored Most
For years, I was good at taking care of everyone but myself. If a friend needed help moving, I was there. If a co-worker needed to vent after a rough day, I listened. If my family called in the middle of the night, I answered without hesitation.
By Habib king5 months ago in Longevity
When I Learned Love Doesn’t Always Stay
I used to believe that love, once found, was like a lighthouse—steady, unwavering, guiding you safely through life’s storms. I thought that when two people truly cared for each other, they could weather anything together. I clung to this belief like a child clutching a favorite blanket. But life has a way of gently, and sometimes painfully, teaching us that not all things meant to be will stay forever.
By Habib king5 months ago in Humans
Goodbye to Comfort — Hello to Growth
I used to think “comfort” was the ultimate goal. If I could arrange my life so that everything was predictable, easy, and safe, then I’d be happy forever. And for a while, I believed I was living that dream. I had a steady job where the hardest decision I made each day was what sandwich to order for lunch. My weekends were a comfortable loop of the same coffee shop, the same friends, the same conversations. My life was calm—maybe even enviable—but beneath the surface, I was quietly wilting.
By Habib king5 months ago in Longevity
The Rumor That Became My Identity
It started as something small. A passing comment in a crowded hallway, said just loud enough for someone else to hear. At first, I didn’t even notice. I didn’t think anything of it. After all, people talk all the time. About celebrities. About neighbors. About friends.
By Habib king5 months ago in Confessions
