Iftikhar Akram
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As author Iftikhar Akram continues to captivate audiences with their storytelling prowess, the future holds even more promise. With several projects in the pipeline, including Unique and SEO Blog writing
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Treasure
For seemingly forever, individuals have been interested in the fantasy of hiding their fortune. Stories of stowed away wealth and covered gold have ignited broad investigation endeavors everywhere, from the Middle East's deserts to the Caribbean Ocean. One way or another, where precisely is the gold? This trip takes us through outdated guides, puzzling signs, and the narratives of swashbucklers who meandered into the neglected world.
By Iftikhar Akramabout a year ago in Pride
Frightened But Happy
I am never afraid to start Again . Restart is Always Better Than Regret Life, a mind-boggling embroidery woven with strings of bliss, distress, victory, and disappointment, frequently presents junctions where choices reverberate through time. At these crossroads, the human soul is tired, and the decision between continuing onward or choosing not to move on arises as a vital turning point. For my purposes, the charm of a new beginning has consistently offset the heaviness of disappointment, driving me into unfamiliar regions with relentless boldness.
By Iftikhar Akramabout a year ago in Gamers
Vision and Action
Monetary achievement isn't just about the numbers in your ledger; it's about a perspective. A rich mentality, portrayed by an unmistakable vision and conclusive activity, establishes the groundwork for long-haul flourishing. We should investigate how developing this outlook can engage you to accomplish your monetary objectives.
By Iftikhar Akramabout a year ago in Humans
Warm Hands, Gentle Heart: Memories of My Mother
My earliest recollections aren't fabulous undertakings or clamoring cityscapes. They're washed in the warm shine of the kitchen light, an orchestra of ringing spoons and sizzling onions. The air held the ameliorating fragrance of stewing stew, the smell reporting my mom's presence before I even saw her. Her hands, however roughened by long periods of work, were my place of refuge. They manipulated batter that rose like a commitment, mixed foaming pots, and in particular, held mine with a delicate strength.
By Iftikhar Akramabout a year ago in Families
Friends of Disguise
Maya, a rising star in the realm of mechanical technology, gazed at the glinting screen in dismay. The model, her labor of love, lay idle, its sensitive circuits seared. A flood of despondency tore through her, trailed by a cool acknowledgment - damage. The tight cutoff time for the Public Mechanical technology Exhibition lingered, and Maya felt the ground underneath her feet disintegrate.
By Iftikhar Akram2 years ago in Writers
The Night the Stars Came Down
Elara, a shepherdess with eyes as brilliant as dusk, stood watch over her rush. The air murmured with a new energy, a low droning that vibrated through the earth and resounded in her bones. The sheep, generally happy to brush, crouched together, their heads low and ears jerking.
By Iftikhar Akram2 years ago in Feast
Ashen City: A Spark of Hope Rekindled (The Power of Hope)
The city of Ash was a withering ash itself. For ages, its occupants had lived underground, scratching by in the faint light of a weak geothermal generator. The tales of a world washed in daylight, murmured by elderly folks, were blurred legends nobody really accepted. Lina, a young lady with eyes that reflected the blurring gleam, was no special case. However, a gleam of insubordination dwelled inside her, a longing for something else.
By Iftikhar Akram2 years ago in Humans
Breaking the Chain: Transforming Bad Habits
In the clamoring city of Arford, they carried on with a young lady named Lena. Lena was a gifted visual creator with a promising vocation, yet she had one significant hindrance holding her back: an assortment of negative behavior patterns that appeared to be difficult to break. Dawdling, unfortunate dietary patterns, and an absence of activity were only a couple of the difficulties she confronted everyday. Notwithstanding her earnest attempts, Lena wound up trapped in a pattern of vices that thwarted her advancement both by and by and expertly.
By Iftikhar Akram2 years ago in Confessions
The Path to Wisdom
In a calm town settled between moving slopes and verdant woods, they carried on with an inquisitive kid named Aran. The town was a peaceful spot, where life moved at a delicate speed, yet Aran's psyche was continuously hustling with questions and dreams. He frequently wound up pondering the world past the town, about the stars overhead, and the narratives concealed in old books.
By Iftikhar Akram2 years ago in Education
My Madness Only for My Love
Penelope Tuft wasn't your typical bread cook. While her neighbors produced blueberry biscuits and chocolate chip treats, Penelope's manifestations were works of palatable workmanship. Her baked goods were blasts of variety and surface, challenging classification with unusual names like "Starlight Scones" and "Joyous beyond words Cupcakes."
By Iftikhar Akram2 years ago in Horror
