MIne Story Nest
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The Time Borrower
They say he appears when you're most desperate—when time feels like it's slipping through your fingers, and you’d give anything to slow it down. He doesn’t advertise. No glowing neon signs. No whisper through the trees. One moment you’re alone, and the next… he’s just there.
By MIne Story Nest7 months ago in Fiction
Ethical Dilemmas in the 21st Century
The Choice By Hassan It was a cold Monday morning in the bustling city of Mumbai. The roads were clogged with impatient honks, and the crowd at the local railway station moved like a river—swift, unstoppable, indifferent. Among the sea of people stood Arjun Mehta, a 42-year-old clerk at a government office. He was a man of routine—always early, always organized, and above all, always honest.
By MIne Story Nest7 months ago in Fiction
The Courage to Speak the Truth
Riya sat on the edge of her bed, her hands trembling as they clutched the edges of a letter she had rewritten three times that week. The room was dim, the fading evening sun casting long shadows on the walls. Outside, the world moved on — horns honked, children laughed, birds fluttered home — but inside her, a storm raged. It had been six months since the incident, and the weight of silence was beginning to crush her.
By MIne Story Nest7 months ago in Proof
He Knocked Back
He Knocked Back By Zemal It started like any other night. “Knock knock,” Lily whispered, her tiny knuckles tapping twice on her bedroom wall. A giggle bubbled from her throat, muffled beneath the weight of her comforter and the plush army of stuffed animals standing guard around her.
By MIne Story Nest7 months ago in Fiction
The Prophetic Model of Marriage"
It had been 40 days since Samira had last heard her husband’s voice. The silence of their apartment was louder than ever. Every room echoed with memories — some bitter, some sweet. The prayer mat in the corner still held the faint scent of his perfume. The kitchen had the untouched mug he used every morning for tea. His Qur’an, bookmarked at Surah Ar-Rum, rested by the window where he used to recite after Fajr.
By MIne Story Nest7 months ago in Families
Paws and Tusks
In the golden grasslands of the African savannah, where the sun painted the earth with strokes of amber and gold, lived a small dog named Rafi. He was not like the other wild creatures—he had no pride to follow like the lions, no herd to join like the zebras. Rafi had once been a pet, lost from a safari group after a stormy night. Since then, he had roamed the wild alone, searching not just for food, but for connection.
By MIne Story Nest7 months ago in Chapters
