Hazrat Bilal
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"I write emotionally-driven stories that explore love, loyalty, and life’s silent battles. My words are for those who feel deeply and think quietly. Join me on a journey through the heart."
Stories (13)
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The Boy Who Collected Sunsets
Ayan was a twelve-year-old boy who lived in a small seaside town. His home was a tiny house on top of a hill, painted light blue by his father many years ago. From his bedroom window, Ayan could see the ocean stretching far and wide, the waves rolling in like whispers from another world.
By Hazrat Bilal2 months ago in Fiction
A Shepherd and a Lion in the Forest
The forest was alive with whispers. The wind rattled the tall trees, carrying with it the sound of leaves brushing against each other, like countless voices telling old secrets. Somewhere at the edge of this vast green world, a young shepherd named Elias guided his small flock of sheep. He was no ordinary boy; though his life was simple, his heart was restless, always searching for meaning beyond the daily rhythm of grazing, feeding, and keeping his sheep safe.
By Hazrat Bilal5 months ago in Confessions
From Impossible to Possible
Life often tests us in ways we least expect. The moments we believe everything is falling apart are usually the very moments that plant the seeds of transformation. This is the story of Maya, a young woman who turned what seemed utterly impossible into a journey of self-discovery, resilience, and triumph.
By Hazrat Bilal5 months ago in Motivation
The Cure for Loneliness
There was a time when Emily thought loneliness was something that happened to other people — the elderly, the socially awkward, or those who lived far from civilization. She had friends, a stable job, and an apartment in the heart of the city. Her phone was full of notifications, her calendar dotted with lunch dates and meetings. Yet, on a quiet Thursday night, sitting in her small living room with the hum of traffic outside, she realized she had never felt more alone.
By Hazrat Bilal5 months ago in Humans
The Price of Evil
The rain had been falling since midnight, a steady curtain of water that blurred the neon lights of the small city. Jonathan Hale stood at the window of his apartment, watching the world distort through the glass. He wasn’t waiting for anyone, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was approaching. Something inevitable.
By Hazrat Bilal5 months ago in Fiction
Doctor and Patient Subtitle:
The fluorescent lights in Room 306 flickered with a faint hum, casting pale shadows across the walls. Dr. Evelyn Harris stood by the window, her stethoscope hanging loosely around her neck, the night city skyline reflected faintly in the glass. She had been a physician for fifteen years, but tonight felt different.
By Hazrat Bilal5 months ago in Fiction
The Lantern in the Storm
The rain began before sunset. At first, it was gentle — the kind of drizzle that painted the air silver and made the road smell of damp earth. But as night approached, the drizzle turned into a fierce, unrelenting downpour. Trees groaned under the weight of the wind, and the narrow path through the hills seemed to vanish under a curtain of rain.
By Hazrat Bilal5 months ago in Fiction
A Cup of Tea and Half a Smile
The rain hadn’t stopped in four days. It wasn’t violent or dramatic—just a steady, curtain-like drizzle that made everything feel muted. The city’s colors had faded into tones of grey. The streets glistened under puddles and headlights, while windows everywhere fogged over with the breath of people waiting for something to change.
By Hazrat Bilal5 months ago in Families
The Silence in Room 17
Sara never believed in ghosts. She believed in hard work, science, and what she could see with her own eyes. As a nurse in a small-town hospital, she had seen pain, joy, and even death. But never anything strange—until the night she walked into Room 17.
By Hazrat Bilal6 months ago in Fiction
The Traveler of Darkness
James lived in a small town where nothing ever happened. The streets were quiet, the nights were long, and the same people passed by each day. He worked at a gas station on the edge of town, usually finishing his shift around 10 PM. Every night, he walked home using the same dark road that cut through a quiet neighborhood. He had done this for years and never thought much about it—until one night, things changed.
By Hazrat Bilal6 months ago in Fiction
Rain, You and Me
The rain started without warning. One minute the sky was quiet and clear, and the next, clouds covered the sun and the wind carried the smell of something old—wet earth, forgotten streets, and memories that lived just under the surface. I watched it from the small window of my apartment, holding a cup of tea that had already gone cold.
By Hazrat Bilal6 months ago in Marriage
