Hewad Mohammadi
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Writing about everything that fascinates me — from life lessons to random thoughts that make you stop and think.
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The Monkey’s Paw
On a cold, wet night in a small, modest home on the edge of a rural village, the White family gathered around the fire. The room glowed with the warm flicker of flames, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Mr. White, a man of middle age with a sharp sense of humor, played a game of chess with his grown son, Herbert. Mrs. White, knitting by the fire, occasionally glanced up, smiling at their playful banter.
By Hewad Mohammadi5 months ago in Horror
The Legend of Sleepy Hollow
There are places in the world where shadows linger longer than they should, where whispers cling to the trees, and where the past feels alive, pressing close to the present. One such place is Sleepy Hollow, a quiet valley near Tarrytown in New York. To the casual traveler, it might seem peaceful: tall woods, Rolling Meadows, and a river winding its way through the landscape. Yet, those who lived there swore that the air was heavy with enchantment, that spirits roamed freely after dusk, and that no story was whispered with more dread than that of the Headless Horseman.
By Hewad Mohammadi5 months ago in Horror
Frankenstein
On a stormy night in the late 18th century, a young scientist named Victor Frankenstein sat hunched over a table, his face illuminated by flickering candlelight and the glow of strange instruments. Around him were pieces of human bodies—limbs, organs, bones—stitched and wired together into the shape of a man. His hands shook, not from fear, but from anticipation. He had spent years chasing the impossible: the secret of life itself.
By Hewad Mohammadi5 months ago in Horror
Dracula
The story begins with a young English solicitor, Jonathan Harker, embarking on a long and uneasy journey into the Carpathian Mountains of Transylvania. He has been tasked with helping a wealthy nobleman, Count Dracula, finalize the purchase of property in London. At first, it seems like nothing more than a professional trip—an exciting adventure for a young man eager to prove himself. But as Jonathan travels deeper into the wild countryside, he senses an unsettling dread.
By Hewad Mohammadi5 months ago in Horror
Why I Walked Away from a Toxic Friendship
The Beginning of the End The air felt heavy that summer evening, the kind of weight that settles in your chest when you know something’s wrong but can’t quite name it. I sat on my porch, staring at the fading sunset, replaying the latest conversation with Khan. Her words had been sharp, cutting in a way that left invisible bruises. It wasn’t the first time, but something about this moment felt different. It was the moment I realized I had to walk away.
By Hewad Mohammadi5 months ago in Journal
The Summer That Broke Me and Built Me Back Up
The summer of 2015 hit me like a freight train, a season that unraveled my life and stitched it back together in ways I never expected. I was twenty-three, living in a cramped apartment in Atlanta with dreams of becoming a graphic designer. The air was thick with humidity, the kind that clung to your skin and made every step feel heavy. That June, I landed my first big freelance gig—designing a website for a local startup. It was my shot, the thing I’d been working toward since art school. But it came with a catch: a brutal deadline and a client who demanded perfection. I threw myself into it, skipping sleep, neglecting friends, ignoring the warning signs my body was sending.
By Hewad Mohammadi5 months ago in Journal
My Biggest Regret and How I’m Making It Right
The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth as I stood at the edge of the old hiking trail, the one that wound through the hills behind our childhood home. It was a crisp autumn afternoon, the kind where the leaves crunched underfoot and the sky was a sharp, endless blue. I hadn’t been back here in years—not since I was seventeen, not since the day I made the choice that would haunt me for over a decade. My biggest regret wasn’t something I did, but something I didn’t do. I never told my brother, Ethan, how much he meant to me before he left, and that silence has been a splinter in my heart ever since.
By Hewad Mohammadi5 months ago in Journal
The Day I Stopped Apologizing for Being Me
The alarm blared at 6:00 AM, a sharp intrusion into the quiet of my small apartment. It was Friday, August 8, 2025, and the gray light filtering through my curtains hinted at another overcast day in the city. I rolled out of bed, my bare feet hitting the cold floor, and shuffled to the kitchen. At 32, I’d fallen into a rhythm—wake up, brew coffee, check emails, apologize. Not aloud, not always, but in the way I carried myself: shoulders hunched, voice softened, edges smoothed to avoid rocking the boat. I apologized for taking up space, for my opinions, for the fact that I wasn’t the polished version of myself I thought the world expected.
By Hewad Mohammadi5 months ago in Motivation
The Stranger Who Changed My Perspective in 10 Minutes
The coffee shop was my refuge, a small haven of clinking cups and murmured conversations tucked into the chaos of the city. It was a Tuesday morning, the kind where the air feels heavy with routine, and I was perched at my usual corner table, laptop open, cursor blinking accusingly on a blank document. I was 29, a freelance writer scraping by on gigs that paid just enough to keep my tiny apartment and my coffee addiction afloat. The deadline for my latest article—a piece on “productivity hacks” for a lifestyle blog—loomed, but the words wouldn’t come. My mind was a tangle of self-doubt, exhaustion, and the nagging feeling that I was missing something essential, something that would make my life feel like it mattered. My coffee had gone cold, and I was lost in the haze of my own thoughts when he walked in.
By Hewad Mohammadi5 months ago in Motivation
The Letter I Never Sent to My Estranged Parent
The Envelope That Never Left My Desk I sat in my childhood bedroom, the air thick with dust and memories, holding a pen that felt heavier than it should. It was a rainy Tuesday in October, the kind where the world feels gray and endless. In front of me lay an envelope, its edges curling from weeks of hesitation. Inside was a letter I’d written to my estranged father—a letter I’d never send. The words were raw, jagged, a confession of pain I’d buried for years. I traced his name on the front, my handwriting shaky, and wondered if I’d ever find the courage to mail it.
By Hewad Mohammadi6 months ago in Confessions
