Huzaifa Dzine
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how to create a story on vocal media
How to Create a Story on Vocal Media When Maya stumbled across Vocal Media late one evening, she was searching for something more than just another blogging site. She had always loved to write—little poems in the margins of her notebooks, diary entries full of drama and dreams, short stories she never dared to show anyone. But publishing? That had always seemed out of reach. Vocal Media felt different. It looked sleek, organized, and filled with diverse voices from around the world. That night, she decided: I'm going to write my first story.
By Huzaifa Dzine6 months ago in Writers
You Support Me, I’ll Support You Back
You Support Me, I’ll Support You Back In a quiet village nestled between hills and forests, lived two childhood friends, Ayaan and Rafiq. They were born just weeks apart, learned to walk holding each other’s hands, and went to the same village school under the shade of a massive neem tree. From paper boats in rainy puddles to stolen mangoes in the summer, they shared everything.
By Huzaifa Dzine6 months ago in Lifehack
They Left the Basement Door Open
They Left the Basement Door Open It was an unspoken rule on Calderon Street: Don’t ask about the basements. Every house had one—solid concrete stairs leading into a dark below—but they were always sealed. Some with heavy padlocks, others welded shut, and one even bricked over entirely. Kids made up stories, of course. Nuclear shelters. Secret labs. A collective effort to hide something awful.
By Huzaifa Dzine6 months ago in Confessions
My Mother’s Hands Still Cook in My Kitchen
My Mother’s Hands Still Cook in My Kitchen The first time I tried to replicate my mother’s chicken curry after her passing, I stood in the kitchen staring at the spices like they were foreign objects. It wasn’t the complexity of the dish that made my hands tremble—it was the silence. The silence where her voice should have been, guiding me. No sound of bangles clinking as she stirred the pot, no gentle scolding when I added too much chili. Just me, a wooden spoon, and a memory that refused to sit still.
By Huzaifa Dzine6 months ago in Families
The Man Who Forgot He Was Alive
The Man Who Forgot He Was Alive He couldn’t remember where he’d put his keys. That was how it started. A small thing. He stood at the doorway, hand frozen over the knob, a blank space in his mind where knowledge used to be. He checked the table, his coat pocket, the kitchen counter—nothing. Eventually, he found them in the fridge, resting beside a carton of milk he didn’t remember buying.
By Huzaifa Dzine6 months ago in Humans
The Clockmaker’s Apprentice
The Clockmaker’s Apprentice The town of Nareth had no clocks, yet everyone knew the time. The sun rose when it was supposed to. Bells rang from the chapel steeple exactly when the baker’s loaves browned. Children returned home from the woods just before night fell, and candles were lit with a synchronicity that defied logic. No one asked why. In Nareth, time simply… behaved.
By Huzaifa Dzine6 months ago in Motivation
The Reflection That Wouldn't Look Away
The Reflection That Wouldn’t Look Away At first, it was nothing—just a flicker. Lena caught it while brushing her teeth one night. Her reflection blinked just a beat too slow, the kind of thing you'd shrug off as tired eyes or a smudge on the mirror. She leaned closer, squinting. Everything seemed normal. The toothbrush moved when hers did. Her lips parted when she spat. She laughed at herself and went to bed.
By Huzaifa Dzine6 months ago in Confessions
