Jawad Khan
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Jawad Khan crafts powerful stories of love, loss, and hope that linger in the heart. Dive into emotional journeys that capture life’s raw beauty and quiet moments you won’t forget.
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A Thousand Splendid Suns – Khaled Hosseini
The sun had not yet risen when Layla stood at the edge of the hill overlooking Kabul. Wrapped in a crimson shawl her mother had woven for her before the war, she seemed like a shadow from another time — still, quiet, and watching. The earth beneath her feet was dry and cracked, and the city below, with its faded rooftops and wounded streets, stirred slowly in the golden hush of dawn.
By Jawad Khan8 months ago in History
All the Light We Cannot See – Anthony Doerr
The sky over Saint-Brieuc was heavy with clouds, the kind that hung low and pressed against the roofs like a threat. Though the war had quieted in the north, its whispers still roamed the air—through radio static, cracked windows, and the wary glances of strangers.
By Jawad Khan8 months ago in History
"Bird Box" by Josh Malerman
The wind moved gently through the trees, rustling the dry leaves like whispers of ghosts. Mallory knelt by the edge of the river, her ears tuned to every crack of a twig, every flutter of a bird’s wing. The blindfold over her eyes was tied tight—so tight her temples throbbed—but she didn’t dare loosen it. Not here. Not now.
By Jawad Khan8 months ago in Horror
Coraline – Neil Gaiman
When Coraline Bennett’s family moved into the old Carver House on the edge of town, she wasn’t scared—just bored. Eleven years old, smart beyond her age, and curious to a fault, Coraline had a habit of exploring places she wasn’t supposed to. Her parents were too busy renovating their “dream home” to keep much of an eye on her. And so, left to her own devices, Coraline explored.
By Jawad Khan8 months ago in Horror
The Haunting of Hill House – Shirley Jackson
They said Hill House was just a house. Bricks, wood, mortar. A crumbling estate tucked deep in the New England countryside. But to those who had lived there, to those who had tried to leave, Hill House was more than that—it was a thing that breathed.
By Jawad Khan8 months ago in Horror
The Da Vinci Code – Dan Brown
--- **Chapter One: The Cry of the Canvas** The Louvre Museum lay cloaked in the silence of midnight, save for the soft echo of footsteps moving swiftly across the marble floor. Jacques Arnaud, the museum’s chief curator, clutched a tattered envelope in one hand and a flashlight in the other. His breath was shallow. He had little time.
By Jawad Khan8 months ago in History
The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo – Stieg Larsson
The snow fell silently over Stockholm, muting the sounds of the city and blanketing the streets in stillness. In a forgotten corner of Södermalm, a narrow alley led to a rusted apartment door, behind which lived a girl no one truly knew — and everyone underestimated.
By Jawad Khan8 months ago in Fiction
Gone Girl – Gillian Flynn
The Disappearance It was the morning of their fifth anniversary when Amy Harper Dunne vanished. The summer sun spilled lazily over the Missouri horizon as Nick Dunne sipped his coffee on the porch. From a distance, everything seemed normal: the breeze, the chirping cicadas, the empty street. But inside the house, silence loomed louder than usual.
By Jawad Khan8 months ago in History
The Last Message from Earth: A Signal Changed Everything
The world ended, not with fire or war, but with silence. It began on a quiet Thursday, just past midnight. No earthquakes, no explosions — just the slow, steady disconnection of everything. Satellites stopped transmitting. GPS systems failed. Phones dropped dead. Even radios gave nothing but static.
By Jawad Khan8 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the Red, White & Lies
### **Chapter One: The Leak** **Washington D.C. – 3:47 a.m.** The rain didn’t fall—it attacked. Cold and relentless, it sliced through the night air like shrapnel. Evan Blake crouched behind a dumpster near the rear entrance of the Federal Archives building, his heart pounding like a war drum. The street was empty, but he knew better. They were watching.
By Jawad Khan8 months ago in Chapters
