Hasnain Ul Haq
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The Woman in Apartment 313
When I moved into my apartment building last month, the hallway was always silent — except for Apartment 313. Every morning, I’d leave for work at 8:00 a.m., and there she was — a woman in her 30s, wearing a pale green sweater and holding a steaming cup of tea, standing in the doorway of 313.
By Hasnain Ul Haq7 months ago in Fiction
She Left Her Phone at the Bus Stop. What I Found Inside Changed Everything.
It was nearly midnight when I saw it. A phone—lying face-down on the bench at the bus stop near my apartment. The street was empty, the bus long gone. At first, I ignored it. Maybe someone would come back for it. Maybe it was a prank.
By Hasnain Ul Haq7 months ago in Fiction
I Buried My Past in Silence
I never meant to open that box. It was old, taped shut with a layer of dust that made it blend into the shadows of my closet. I had nearly forgotten it was there. Nearly — but not completely. Some memories don’t fade; they just go quiet. Like ghosts, they wait for the right moment to rise again.
By Hasnain Ul Haq7 months ago in Confessions
