Hanif Ullah
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"I Am Green"
Not just in color, but in soul, in spirit, in the quiet rhythm that moves with the wind. I am the fresh breath of morning dew clinging to the grass. I am the shade that rests upon weary travelers when the sun burns too bright. I am the promise of renewal, the gentle reminder that life can begin again—always.
By Hanif Ullah 5 months ago in Earth
The Echo of Forgotten Stars
The night sky has always been a storyteller. Every star is a sentence, every constellation a paragraph in the vast, infinite library of the universe. Some stars shine brightly, catching our attention, demanding to be remembered. But most remain silent, distant, and dim—forgotten by the world below.
By Hanif Ullah 5 months ago in Fiction
The Beauty of Dance
There are few things in life that can express emotion the way dance can. Where words fall short, the body speaks. Where silence lingers, movement rises. Dance is not merely performance; it is a conversation between the soul and the world. It tells stories, celebrates cultures, and heals wounds that are too deep for speech.
By Hanif Ullah 6 months ago in Fiction
He Was a Poem I Could Never Finish
There are people you meet who feel like a punctuation mark—short, sharp, definitive. And then there are the ones who feel like poetry. He was the latter. A stanza that started in a storm and left me searching for a final line I could never write.
By Hanif Ullah 6 months ago in Fiction
The Wounds You Never See
I laughed when I had to, smiled when it was expected, and nodded through conversations I barely heard. To most people, I looked fine—normal, even happy. But what they didn’t know was that I was falling apart in silence. There are wounds that bleed out loud, and then there are the ones you never see. The ones that don’t leave bruises or require stitches. The ones that linger in the mind, echo in the heart, and shape who you become.
By Hanif Ullah 6 months ago in Fiction
Fuel for the Fire: How I Turned Doubt into Drive
I used to think motivation came from watching a video, hearing a speech, or reading the right quote at the right time. And for a while, it did. I'd light up with ambition for a few hours, maybe even a few days, but then I'd fall back into the same cycle—overthinking, fear, hesitation, and regret.
By Hanif Ullah 6 months ago in Motivation
The Echo Inside the Map
It was tucked away in a box of old travel books at my grandfather’s attic—worn leather maps, rolled scrolls, and forgotten pages smelling like dust and time. I wasn’t looking for anything, just killing time on a rainy afternoon. But then I found it.
By Hanif Ullah 6 months ago in Fiction
Whispers Between the Raindrops
The rain began softly that evening—barely more than a whisper against the windowpane. It wasn’t the dramatic kind of storm that crashes down with thunder and fury. No, this was a quiet, melancholy drizzle, as if the sky itself was trying to say something without raising its voice.
By Hanif Ullah 6 months ago in Fiction
