Hazrat Usman Usman

Joined June 2025

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Hazrat Usman

A lover of technology and Books

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Ash Beneath Our Toes
Dry ground no name No grave no stone Still hearts still air One scarf torn red One coin worn smooth One prayer
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
Grains That Remember
They walked bare feet Warm sand soft wind No map no guide Only will only hope Grains rose fell back Imprints deep then shallow
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
Chapter 5: DEAD ZONE EAST
The old device kept blinking. Faster now. Almost like a heartbeat. And each pulse brought something closer. Zair tried to switch it off. Nothing worked. He pulled a cord. he light stayed. Smashed it with a brick. he light stayed.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Fiction
Chapter 4:DEAD ZONE EAST
Rain fell like knives. The boy tightened his coat, dust-covered and torn at the shoulder. Behind him, Zair coughed—again, blood. Aya lit a soaked match, and in that flicker, the truth of the old hallway revealed itself.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Fiction
Chapter 3 :Dead Zone East
They moved fast now. Quieter. Deeper. Every sound was sharper. Even their own breath felt like it echoed too loud. The older boy led them through a collapsed train tunnel, once painted white, now burned black. Graffiti smeared every surface. Half of it looked fresh like someone had been tagging messages in the dark.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Fiction
Chapter 2 : Dead Zone East
They moved before the smoke changed color. No talking. No questions. Every step measured, every corner treated like a loaded gun.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Fiction
Chapter 1: Dead Zone East
The wind was dry, but the ground still stank of gunpowder and blood. Not rain. Not life. Just the bitter memory of a war no one finished.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Fiction
When Dust Carries Names
A stone sits quiet Beneath a tired sky No one calls upon it No passer asks why Grass bends in sorrow Winds cradle the air
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
Buried Silence
She walked without sound Through fields left behind The grass spoke of sorrow The sky stayed blind Each step was a whisper Each breath was weight The wind did not question The soil held fate
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
When Silence Becomes a Stranger
There was a time when silence was peace. A soft blanket to wrap around the noise of the world. But silence can change.
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
The Pillow That Forgot My Name
I laid down but the pillow felt unfamiliar as if it had forgotten the shape of my sorrow you used to sink into the right side soft like forgiveness without words
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets
The Sock Under the Bed
I found it last night your sock under the bed not folded not paired just there like a whisper of you in cotton form
By Hazrat Usman Usman6 months ago in Poets