MANZOOR KHAN
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Hey! my name is Manzoor khan and i am a story writer.
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"Clear Drops"
In the dusty town of Bhavipur, water was more precious than gold. Every summer, the rivers dried to a trickle, and what remained was laced with silt, bacteria, and despair. Mothers boiled the same muddy water thrice, praying it wouldn’t make their children sick. Still, illness stalked every home like a shadow.
By MANZOOR KHAN6 months ago in Education
Marriage: A Bond Beyond Ceremony
Introduction: What Is Marriage, Really? Marriage is often seen as the ultimate commitment between two people—a symbol of love, loyalty, and shared destiny. Across continents, cultures, and centuries, marriage has served as a central pillar of society. While the definition and structure of marriage have evolved over time, its emotional and symbolic importance has remained.
By MANZOOR KHAN6 months ago in Marriage
"Echo of Me"
I first met myself in a café two blocks from my apartment. I was reading the paper, sipping burnt coffee, when a man stepped in from the rain. He shook off his coat, looked around—and stopped cold when he saw me. His face was pale. His eyes widened in disbelief.
By MANZOOR KHAN6 months ago in Futurism
The Summer That Never Came
In the year 2094, summer became a myth. People still spoke of it, mostly in past tense. It was in the children's picture books—the golden fields, the blue skies, the laughter that echoed through late evenings. But for eighteen-year-old Aarya, summer had only ever existed in stories told by her grandmother.
By MANZOOR KHAN6 months ago in Fiction
This Was Home
The strobe light, brighter than the day, blinked like a heartbeat over the desert floor. It pulsed from the top of a rusted radio tower that no longer transmitted anything but nostalgia. We had seen it a hundred times—on aimless drives, on late-night hikes, on those summer nights when the air was too hot to sleep. But this night was different.
By MANZOOR KHAN6 months ago in Families
I Found Myself After Losing Them
I thought I knew who I was. I thought I had life figured out well enough to keep moving forward—waking up, going to work, laughing with friends, replying to texts with heart emojis, and falling asleep beside someone I believed loved me. I believed we were building a future together. I believed we were a team. I believed that love was enough to hold us.
By MANZOOR KHAN6 months ago in Fiction
