Huzaifa Dzine
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my name is Huzaifa
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SWS: Light Breaks Water Challenge Winners
SWS: Light Breaks Water Challenge Winners By Huzaifa The winning image looked like a dream unraveling underwater. Sunlight filtered down in long, golden fingers, touching the surface of a child's outstretched hand just before it disappeared into shadow. The image was still, but you could feel it moving—ripples, time, memory.
By Huzaifa Dzine6 months ago in Poets
Write a Story in Reverse
The Last Goodbye She closed the door without a word. The silence after the click was deafening—final, like a gravestone pressed into place. The scent of her still lingered in the apartment, light and floral, but her presence had already slipped out of reach. His hands were shaking, not from anger, but from the aching void left in the wake of everything unsaid.
By Huzaifa Dzine6 months ago in Families
The Loneliness of Always Being Online
The Loneliness of Always Being Online There’s a moment—quiet, imperceptible—when the blue light of your screen becomes the only light in the room. It could be 2:00 AM, or 4:00 in the afternoon; the clock loses meaning when you're always connected. The feed scrolls endlessly, a stream of opinions, selfies, celebrations, rage, and humor. You like, you comment, you share, but your fingers feel cold, and your chest feels a little hollow. You are surrounded by people, yet deeply, stubbornly alone.
By Huzaifa Dzine6 months ago in Psyche
What If We're All Just Characters in Someone's Draft Folder?
What If We're All Just Characters in Someone's Draft Folder? Somewhere, beyond the veil of our observable reality, maybe beyond space and time as we understand them, imagine this: a cluttered desktop screen, a blinking cursor, a folder titled "Drafts". In it, thousands—maybe millions—of half-written stories, fragmented characters, speculative worlds. And what if we—you, me, your dog, the man who delivers your mail, the quiet girl who always sits in the corner at lunch—are all part of one of these drafts? Not final products. Not finished novels. Just characters in someone’s work-in-progress. A cosmic draft.
By Huzaifa Dzine6 months ago in Psyche
The House that We Build
The House That We Build: A Haunting of Our Parents The house still stood, even after all these years. Leaning slightly westward with age, the shingles curling like dried petals, its gray frame cloaked in ivy and memory. It was ours once—The House That We Built, as our father used to say. Only, we never built it. We inherited it, like we inherited the sadness and silence that filled its rooms.
By Huzaifa Dzine6 months ago in Fiction
The Playlist That Got Me Through Heartbreak
The Playlist That Got Me Through Heartbreak They say music heals what words cannot, and I never fully understood that until my heart shattered one quiet October morning. The end wasn’t explosive—no screaming, no betrayal, just the slow, soul-bruising realization that love was no longer enough. One moment we were making weekend plans, and the next, he was packing a bag, saying, “I just don’t think we’re right anymore.”
By Huzaifa Dzine6 months ago in Beat
The Song That Raised Me
The Song That Raised Me I was nine years old when I first heard “Fast Car” by Tracy Chapman. The song wasn’t playing on the radio, nor did I stumble upon it through a playlist. It was a Sunday afternoon, and my father was cleaning out a box of old cassette tapes in our musty garage. He found one labeled “Road Trip Mix – Summer ’91” and slipped it into the dusty boombox like he was unsealing a memory. As the first melancholic chords hummed through the static, a quiet sort of reverence filled the space. My father paused, closed his eyes, and softly said, “This one got me through a lot.”
By Huzaifa Dzine6 months ago in Beat
