Maavia tahir
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The Lie That Saved My Life
“How are you?” It’s a question we hear every day, and most of the time, we don’t really answer it. We don’t expect honesty, and we don’t offer it. So when people asked me how I was doing, I smiled and said the words I thought they wanted to hear.
By Maavia tahir7 months ago in BookClub
"I Tried Living Like a Billionaire for a Week — Here's the Harsh Truth"
I’ll be honest—this started out as a joke. One night, somewhere between scrolling through reels of billionaire morning routines and watching a guy drink sparkling water from a diamond-studded goblet, I said to myself, “What if I just… lived like that? For a week?”
By Maavia tahir7 months ago in Fiction
The Rain Smells Different Here"
The Rain Smells Different Here By Maavia tahir Letter One: First Storm My sweet Lila, It rained today. Not the warm, thick rain of our mango season, but a hesitant drizzle—cold like the tiled floors back home at dawn. I stood at the kitchen window of this borrowed flat, and I tried to pretend it was the same. I even closed my eyes.
By Maavia tahir7 months ago in Fiction
"The Human Cost of War: Analyzing Civilian Casualties in Global Conflicts"
War, by its very nature, is often perceived through the lens of armies clashing, strategies unfolding, and nations vying for power. Yet, behind every battlefront and every strategic maneuver lies the untold story of millions of civilians—ordinary people whose lives are irrevocably shattered by violence not of their making. Across history, from the massive state-led conflicts of the world wars to the modern-day insurgencies and proxy wars fought by non-state actors, the cost borne by civilians is staggering and heartbreaking.
By Maavia tahir7 months ago in Humans
30 Days Without Dopamine
We live in a world where stimulation is endless. From the moment we wake up to the time we fall asleep, our brains are flooded with quick hits of dopamine — the chemical that rewards us with pleasure and motivates behavior. Social media notifications, streaming videos, junk food, endless messaging... these all trigger dopamine releases that keep us hooked, often without us realizing it.
By Maavia tahir7 months ago in BookClub
"Alone in a Connected World
I have over 3,000 followers on Instagram, a couple hundred on TikTok, and dozens of active group chats on WhatsApp, Discord, and Snapchat. I’m "connected" in every digital way imaginable. Yet, last Friday night, I sat alone in my room, scrolling endlessly through other people’s lives, feeling an overwhelming sense of emptiness.
By Maavia tahir8 months ago in Humans
"When I Stopped Showing Up
It happened on a Thursday. No dramatic goodbye, no email blast, no resignation letter with fancy formatting or passive-aggressive jabs. Just me, quietly closing my laptop at 4:58 PM, standing up from my beige office chair, and walking out of the building as if I were headed to lunch.
By Maavia tahir8 months ago in BookClub
"Everything I Left Behind
The decision didn’t come in a flash of brilliance, nor was it something I’d been planning for months. It wasn’t romantic or dramatic. It was quiet, almost too quiet—an overwhelming feeling that something inside me had to break free before it suffocated me. So, on a cool autumn evening, I walked out.
By Maavia tahir8 months ago in BookClub
"The Daydreamer's Secret":
As the sun began to set over the quiet town, Olivia sat in her favorite spot by the window, a place she had come to call her own. It was a modest room, filled with bookshelves packed with stories of adventure, romance, and mystery. But it was the view from this window, overlooking the peaceful garden and the distant hills, that made this room special. It was here, in the stillness of her thoughts, that Olivia found herself lost—lost in the world of daydreams.
By Maavia tahir8 months ago in Earth
No Safe Place
Lina was pouring water into the kettle when the window shattered, sending glass across the room like flying knives. The force knocked her to the ground. The scream that escaped her lips wasn’t her own—it was her mother’s from the other room. Then, silence.
By Maavia tahir8 months ago in Humans
