Hamna Maalik
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I write to heal, grow, and inspire others—because words saved me, and maybe they can help someone else too.
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The Stranger Who Called Me ‘Mom’
It was 6:48 PM on a Monday. The kind of tired where your bones feel like overcooked noodles. I was standing in line at the pharmacy, clutching a box of discount herbal sleep tea and a half-melted chocolate bar I’d convinced myself was self-care.
By Hamna Maalik8 months ago in Confessions
I Bought a Painting That Changes Every Time I Look at It
I bought the painting at a garage sale for twelve dollars because the woman selling it looked like she was about to cry every time someone walked past without buying anything. Also, I had recently broken up with my boyfriend of three years and was in that dangerous phase where you make questionable life decisions because "treating yourself" seems like a valid coping mechanism.
By Hamna Maalik8 months ago in Fiction
