Ishaq khan
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The House That Watched the Village. AI-Generated.
we used to talk about Fernley House as if it were a person. Not a building, not quite a ghost either, but something in between — as if the wind that moved across the moors each dusk stopped a while in its chimney to listen.
By Ishaq khan2 months ago in Fiction
A Mother’s Last Wish . AI-Generated.
In the remote village of Chakwal, life moved to the rhythm of seasons — the wind carrying the scent of wet soil and ripe wheat, and the canal’s gentle murmur providing a constant lullaby. Among the narrow mud-brick lanes lived Amma Farida, an 80-year-old mother whose strength and wisdom were known to all. Her hands were worn and calloused from decades of tending fields and household chores, yet her touch remained soft and tender. Her eyes, though clouded with age, held a spark that spoke of years of unbreakable love and tireless sacrifice.
By Ishaq khan2 months ago in Families
“The Price of Neglect: A Doctor’s Wake-Up Call”. AI-Generated.
In the heart of a bustling American city, Dr. James Carter was known for two things: his medical skill and his wealth. His private clinic in an upscale neighborhood attracted patients from all over the city, each willing to pay premium fees for what they believed was the best treatment money could buy.
By Ishaq khan2 months ago in Humans
The Old Woman and Her Three Daughters . AI-Generated.
Once upon a time, in a quiet village surrounded by golden wheat fields, there lived an old woman named Mira. Her hands were wrinkled from years of weaving baskets and her back bent slightly from a lifetime of work, but her eyes still sparkled with wisdom and kindness. Mira had three daughters—Rina, Kala, and Devi—each different in heart and mind.
By Ishaq khan2 months ago in Families
“The Last Voice of Shadow”. AI-Generated.
Sana had never been lonely by choice, but moving to the city had changed her life. Her apartment felt cold, the streets were crowded yet empty, and the noise never stopped. She missed the calm of her hometown, the smell of wet soil, and the comforting presence of friends and family.
By Ishaq khan3 months ago in Petlife
“The Man Who Spoke to Shadows”. AI-Generated.
Every night, when the city fell into sleep, Arman would talk to the shadows in his room. He couldn’t remember when it started — perhaps after his father’s death, or maybe the shadow had always been there, patient and quiet, waiting for the right silence to speak.
By Ishaq khan3 months ago in Psyche
The Little Dog Who Mended a Broken Heart. AI-Generated.
When Emma lost her husband, the silence in the house became unbearable. Every sound — the creak of the old floorboards, the hum of the refrigerator, the ticking of the clock — reminded her that Tom was gone. He had been her best friend, her laughter, her favorite argument partner. Without him, even the sunlight through the curtains seemed dull.
By Ishaq khan3 months ago in Petlife
Whispers of the Wild. AI-Generated.
The jungle woke before dawn. The air was thick with mist and the smell of rain-soaked earth. Every tree seemed to breathe, every vine pulsed with life. Somewhere in that endless green, a man walked alone—his boots sinking into mud, his breath shallow, his eyes wide with determination.
By Ishaq khan3 months ago in Wander
The Last Step That Changed Everything. AI-Generated.
The air was cold that morning in the small mountain town of Darwen. Clouds hung low, brushing the rooftops as if whispering secrets of courage to those who dared to listen. Among the early risers was a young man named Rayan, standing at the edge of a long, steep path that led to the top of the hill.
By Ishaq khan3 months ago in Motivation
