Ik

Joined October 2025

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The Secret of Existence
meless tale about creation, purpose, and the mystery behind lfore there was light, there was silence. Before time began, there was only stillness — an endless void without shape or sound. In that infinite emptiness, something stirred, like a thought at the edge of awareness. From the heart of nothingness, a whisper was born — soft, pure, eternal. That whisper became the first breath of creation.
By Ik2 months ago in Earth
The Path of Wisdom – Secrets of a Sharp Mind
quiet mountain village, surrounded by the whispering winds and the songs of birds, lived a young man named Arman. He was known to be kind-hearted, but everyone said he was slow to learn. “You think too slow, Arman,” people would often tease. Though he smiled in silence, those words hurt him deeply. He wanted to be more—someone capable, someone who could think fast and speak wisely. But he didn’t know how.
By Ik2 months ago in Education
Graveyard Shadows
Graveyard Shadows Where even silence screams… The night had fallen thick and heavy over the small village of Rahimabad. A cold mist rolled in from the fields, curling around gravestones at the edge of the old cemetery. Few dared to walk that path after sunset. Locals said that the dead there were not entirely silent — that whispers floated through the fog, and shadows sometimes moved without light.
By Ik2 months ago in Horror
Journey of Hope: The Story of Imran Khan and the Shaukat Khanum Cancer Hospital
Subtitle: From a mother’s pain to a nation’s pride — how one man’s promise became Pakistan’s greatest symbol of faith, compassion, and service.
By Ik2 months ago in Humans
Imran Khan: The Dream of a New Pakistan
Imran Khan, a name synonymous with resilience, vision, and unyielding determination, has long been a symbol of hope for millions in Pakistan. Born on October 5, 1952, in Lahore, Khan’s early life was shaped by privilege, education, and an innate drive to excel. Yet, it was not merely his upbringing that carved his path; it was his extraordinary dedication to a higher purpose — the dream of a Pakistan that stood for justice, progress, and integrity.
By Ik3 months ago in History
In My Father’s Shadow . AI-Generated.
--- A son’s journey to understand the man who raised him I used to think my father was made of stone. His words were few, his face unreadable, and his love — if that’s what it was — came disguised as silence. Growing up, I never once saw him cry, laugh out loud, or say “I’m proud of you.” He was a man of hard hands and harder habits, shaped by a world I couldn’t understand.
By Ik3 months ago in Families
"Threads of Love:. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The sun was just beginning to dip beneath the horizon, casting long shadows over the quiet neighborhood. Evelyn sat on the porch of their small house, her fingers wrapped around a mug of chamomile tea. It was the kind of evening that called for reflection, and for Evelyn, those moments of stillness had become rare. Between working long hours and raising her son alone, quiet had often been a luxury she couldn't afford. But tonight, she had carved out time to simply be.
By Ik3 months ago in Humans