Hania khan
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When shadow remember.👥. AI-Generated.
👦🧓Most people never notice their shadows.👥 They follow quietly, stretching, bending, copying every move. To Thomas Hale, shadows were nothing more than darkness🌚 painted on the ground🕳️—until the summer of 1947, when his shadow whispered his mother’s voice back to him.
By Hania khan4 months ago in History
*The Painter's muse.🖼️
The studio smelled of linseed oil, turpentine, and the faint dust of forgotten canvases. Sunlight filtered through tall, grimy windows, cutting slanted rays across wooden floors scarred with paint. Matteo stood before his easel, brush in hand, staring at yet another blank canvas. He had been standing there for hours, motionless, as though the canvas mocked him with its emptiness.
By Hania khan4 months ago in Art
The Man Who Refused to Give Up
In a small dusty town, surrounded by fields and half-finished buildings, there lived a man named Kareem. He was not born into wealth or privilege. His family had always struggled to make ends meet. His father was a farmer who earned just enough to feed the household, and his mother stitched clothes for neighbors to add a little extra income. From an early age, Kareem understood what it meant to live with less—less money, less comfort, fewer chances.
By Hania khan4 months ago in Wander
Whispers of the Heart ❤️💖
Ava had grown weary of the predictability of her days. Working as a graphic designer in a small studio, her routine was a cycle of deadlines, coffee breaks, and evenings alone with a sketchbook. One Friday evening, craving a break from the ordinary, she slipped into the city street festival buzzing with life a few blocks away. Music swirled, food scents mingled, and crowds danced under twinkling lights strung like constellations above the pavement. Ava let the rhythm take her, twirling to a street performer's wild beat.
By Hania khan4 months ago in Humans
