Hamid

Joined May 2025

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Finance & healthcare storyteller. I expose money truths, medical mysteries, and life-changing lessons.

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I Was Hired to Babysit. The House Had No Children
When I first saw the job listing, it felt like an answer to my prayers. I was a college student struggling to pay rent, and “babysitting in a quiet neighborhood” sounded like easy money. The ad was simple—“Looking for responsible young woman to babysit evenings, $20/hour. Flexible schedule.”
By Hamid5 months ago in Fiction
My Dog Tried to Warn Me, but I Didn’t Listen
Dogs have always been called man’s best friend. They’re loyal, intuitive, and often more aware of the world around us than we are ourselves. But sometimes, their instincts stretch beyond the obvious—sometimes, they notice things that human hearts, clouded with denial, fail to see. This is a story of how my dog tried to warn me, how I ignored the warnings, and how that choice changed everything.
By Hamid5 months ago in Fiction
The Doll That Grew Up With Me
When I was six years old, my grandmother gave me a porcelain doll for my birthday. She had chestnut hair in soft curls, eyes the shade of storm clouds, and a pale blue dress with lace at the cuffs. Her name was stitched into a tiny fabric tag at her waist: Clara.
By Hamid5 months ago in Fiction
Someone Is Living in My Dreams
Every night, as darkness settles outside my window, I feel a strange presence with me. It’s not terrifying, but it’s undeniably real. The dream world I slip into is no longer empty – someone else has moved in. At first, I thought it was a trick of the mind, maybe the echo of a story I read too late. But as the nights wore on, the feeling grew too vivid to ignore. Someone is living in my dreams, whispering to me in the silence between sleep and waking.
By Hamid5 months ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Could Hear Silence Speak
Lila always felt that silence was never empty. Late at night, in her small bedroom with curtains drawn, she heard a whisper in the stillness — a soft echo of a memory, a question waiting to be asked. Once, when the house lay asleep and the moon painted silver across her floor, she thought she heard her name spoken quietly by the wind. It was just the wind—or so everyone said. But Lila knew the difference between a passing breeze and the voice she felt deep inside.
By Hamid6 months ago in Fiction
A Phone Call From the Year 2091
The call came at 2:13 a.m. I was half-asleep, tangled in my blanket, when my phone buzzed on the nightstand. At first, I thought it was spam. No one I knew called me at that hour. The number was long, strange—too many digits to be from around here.
By Hamid6 months ago in Fiction
She Vanished for 10 Years—Then Walked Back Like Nothing Happened
It was a Tuesday morning when she left. No goodbye. No note. No sign that anything was wrong. One moment, Sarah was sipping coffee in her favorite chipped mug, staring out the kitchen window like she always did. The next, she was gone.
By Hamid6 months ago in Fiction
Every Time I Lie, a Petal Falls from the Tree
When I was eight years old, I told my first real lie. Not the kind of small, silly lies kids tell—like blaming the dog for eating a cookie or pretending I brushed my teeth when I didn’t. No, this one was bigger. Sharper. A lie meant to protect myself, even though I knew it was wrong.
By Hamid6 months ago in Fiction
The Forest behind Our House Wasn't Just a Forest
To anyone else, it was just a stretch of trees. A quiet forest that bordered the edge of our backyard—dense, green, and seemingly untouched. It rustled gently with the wind, sang with the birds, and carried the earthy scent of pine and soil. To outsiders, it was peaceful. Beautiful, even.
By Hamid6 months ago in Fiction
He Kissed Me with Lies on His Lips
It’s strange how love can feel like truth—even when it’s built on lies. I remember the first time he kissed me. The world seemed to pause. The sky was a little too blue, the breeze a little too perfect, like the universe had staged everything for a moment we’d both remember. And I did remember it—for all the wrong reasons.
By Hamid6 months ago in Poets
I Am the Storm I Was Running From
I ran from pain, from rejection, from the sound of my own voice when it trembled too much. I ran from my anger, from the shadows of my past, from the silence in rooms where I wasn’t seen or heard. I ran so far that I forgot what I was running toward—because all I could feel was the storm behind me.
By Hamid6 months ago in Poets
He Was Dead for Five Minutes, But Came Back With a Message
It happened on an ordinary Thursday—one of those days you expect to pass without consequence. No omens, no signs. Just morning coffee, light conversation, and a short drive to the local gym.
By Hamid6 months ago in Fiction

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I Was Hired to Babysit. The House Had No Children

My Dog Tried to Warn Me, but I Didn’t Listen

The Doll That Grew Up With Me

Someone Is Living in My Dreams

The Girl Who Could Hear Silence Speak

A Phone Call From the Year 2091

She Vanished for 10 Years—Then Walked Back Like Nothing Happened

Every Time I Lie, a Petal Falls from the Tree

The Forest behind Our House Wasn't Just a Forest

He Kissed Me with Lies on His Lips

I Am the Storm I Was Running From

He Was Dead for Five Minutes, But Came Back With a Message

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