Hazrat Bilal
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Hi, I am Hazrat Bilal. Writer of real stories, deep thoughts, and life experiments. Exploring emotions, mindset, and untold truths — one story at a time. ✍️💭
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The Day I Lost My Family. AI-Generated.
It was a Sunday morning when the world I knew shattered into pieces. I still remember the sunlight sneaking in through the curtains, warm on my face, and the faint smell of tea drifting from the kitchen. For a moment, everything felt normal. My mother humming an old tune, my father tapping his newspaper, and my younger sister chasing our old cat around the living room—it was a picture of peace I never thought could disappear so suddenly.
By Hazrat Bilal5 months ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Stole the Storm
The wind never spoke in Marrow Creek. People joked that the town had been cursed with calm. But in truth, it wasn’t a joke at all—it was a wound that never closed. For years, not a single gust had brushed through the wheat fields. The trees stood still like paintings, the air thick with a silence that was almost violent. No breeze, no rain, no thunder.
By Hazrat Bilal6 months ago in Fiction
Memories without closure
It started with a voicemail I didn’t expect. “Hey, it’s me… I know it’s been a while.” That voice — calm, slightly hesitant, still hauntingly familiar — echoed through my kitchen as I stood frozen beside my coffee cup. I hadn’t heard from Rayan in over two years. Not a message. Not a like on social media. Nothing.
By Hazrat Bilal6 months ago in Fiction
The Things We Never Said
It’s strange how you can know someone for years and still feel like a stranger when it ends. Meera and I weren’t just best friends — we were soul sisters, or at least, that’s what we used to say. We met in school, grew up together, laughed until our stomachs hurt, cried on each other’s pillows, and shared dreams like secrets.
By Hazrat Bilal6 months ago in Fiction
Not him ,not now
I met him on a Wednesday. It wasn’t anything special — a rainy day, a crowded café, and two people reaching for the same book at the little bookshelf by the counter. I laughed awkwardly. He smiled like it was the start of something. Maybe it was.
By Hazrat Bilal6 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Struggle
You’d never know by looking at her. She smiled in every group photo. She showed up to work early, responded to texts with emojis, and never missed a birthday. Her Instagram stories were full of sunsets, coffee mugs, and carefully filtered “I’m fine” moments.
By Hazrat Bilal6 months ago in Psyche
🤖 A Day in 2050: I Woke Up in the Future, and Nothing Was the Same
⏰ 7:04 AM — “Good Morning, Jamie.” I woke up to the soft hum of a voice—calm, clear, oddly human. > “Good morning, Jamie. Your vitals are stable. You slept for 6 hours and 12 minutes. Today’s weather: clear skies with a 15% chance of artificial rainfall in Zone 4.”
By Hazrat Bilal6 months ago in Humans
