MEHRO

Joined April 2025

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The Sleep and the Thorn
Once upon a time, in a kingdom ruled by quiet sorrow and long shadows, a child was born to a queen who had wept for many years. The child, a girl named Aurelia, came into the world with eyes like dawn breaking and a laugh like wind through bells. Her birth was a miracle. The court celebrated, and even the birds sang songs they had never sung before.
By MEHRO9 months ago in History
The lion and the mouse
In the heart of the great golden savanna, where the sun painted the skies with fire and the tall grasses whispered ancient tales, a lion slept beneath the shade of a wide acacia tree. His name was Baraka, and he was the undisputed king of that wild land.
By MEHRO9 months ago in BookClub
Aladdin and the Magic Lamp
Long ago, in a bustling city somewhere in ancient China, lived a poor boy named Aladdin. He was the only child of a widowed mother and spent most of his days idling in the streets, dreaming of a better life. His father, a humble tailor, had passed away years before, leaving the family in poverty. Though his mother worked hard to keep them fed, Aladdin had little ambition and no real sense of responsibility.
By MEHRO9 months ago in History
The Lion and the Lamb
In the vast expanse of the Serengeti, where the sun dipped low every evening, painting the sky in shades of gold and crimson, there lived a mighty lion named Akin. His golden mane rippled like the wind itself, and his roar was heard across the plains, striking fear into the hearts of every creature who roamed the land. He was known as the king of the savanna, unmatched in strength and fearsome in battle. The animals, great and small, respected him—some in awe, others in terror.
By MEHRO9 months ago in 01
Elena Ferrante’s
We were twelve when I first noticed the difference. Claudia had already grown into her limbs—tall, sharp-eyed, her hair coiling like black wire around her head. I, on the other hand, remained awkward, pale, still carrying the roundness of childhood on my face. But it wasn’t just about looks. There was a hunger in Claudia, a way she stared at the world as if she was ready to devour it.
By MEHRO9 months ago in Earth