Hanifullah Hanif
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Whispers Beneath the Surface
A Desert of Dust and Silence In a quiet desert village where the wind often carried more dust than sound, Lina lived with her grandmother in a small clay house. Life here was dry in more ways than one — the air, the soil, and often, the spirit. The days passed with chores, silence, and stories whispered under flickering lanterns. But nestled at the edge of the village stood an ancient, half-forgotten mosque, and beside it, a cracked stone well that hadn’t been used for years. The villagers said its water had vanished. Lina discovered otherwise.
By Hanifullah Hanif9 months ago in Fiction
From Conflict to Connection
Childhood in a War Zone I was born and raised in a place where the sound of gunfire and explosions was not unusual — it was part of everyday life. From a very young age, I learned to live with uncertainty and fear. Schools would suddenly close without any warning, and sometimes they remained closed for weeks because the area was too dangerous for children to attend. Families like mine lived in constant worry, never knowing when the next attack might happen or if it was safe to step outside.
By Hanifullah Hanif9 months ago in Motivation
