Mehwish Jabeen
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The Day the Clock Refused to Move. AI-Generated.
The clock stopped at 9:17 a.m. At first, no one noticed. The café buzzed with its usual sounds—cups touching saucers, chairs scraping the floor, conversations overlapping without apology. Outside, traffic continued its impatient rhythm. Time, as far as anyone could tell, was still doing its job.
By Mehwish Jabeen8 days ago in Fiction
The Letter That Was Never Sent. AI-Generated.
The letter lived in the bottom drawer for eleven years. It was folded carefully, as if someone might open it at any moment, though no one ever did. The paper had softened at the creases. The ink had faded just enough to suggest patience rather than neglect.
By Mehwish Jabeen8 days ago in Fiction
The Place Where Evenings Pause. AI-Generated.
The bus arrived later than promised, which felt appropriate to Naila. The town had never been good at keeping exact time. It preferred approximation—late afternoons, early evenings, moments that drifted rather than arrived.
By Mehwish Jabeen21 days ago in Fiction
When the Road Learned My Name. AI-Generated.
The road had always been louder than the village. It hummed beneath tires, carried dust into the air, and promised elsewhere with every passing vehicle. For years, Sameer believed that sound meant progress. That motion meant meaning. Standing still felt like being forgotten.
By Mehwish Jabeen21 days ago in Fiction
The Weight of Ordinary Days. AI-Generated.
Every morning at exactly seven-thirty, Imran unlocked the shop. Not earlier. Not later. The key turned with a soft resistance he had memorized years ago. The bell above the door rang once, then settled. He switched on the lights, straightened the counter, and placed the ledger in the same position it had occupied for as long as he could remember.
By Mehwish Jabeen22 days ago in Fiction
The Day the Clock Stayed Silent. AI-Generated.
On the morning the clock stopped, no one noticed right away. The town had never been ruled by urgency. People woke when light reached their windows, not when alarms demanded it. Shops opened when the owners arrived. Conversations ended when they felt complete, not when schedules insisted.
By Mehwish Jabeen22 days ago in Fiction
