Mian Suhaib Amin
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Advocate by profession, writer by passion. I simplify legal concepts, share stories, and raise voices through meaningful words.
Stories (12)
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The Woman in the Mirror
I moved into Apartment 41 on a Tuesday afternoon. The kind of Tuesday that forgets it is midweek. There was a haze in the sky, and my shoes left tired marks on the stairs. I had no furniture, no friends in the city, no one who knew I was there.
By Mian Suhaib Amin6 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Forgot How to Cry
In a quiet town by the edge of a vast forest lived a man named Arman. He was known to everyone as calm and composed but few truly knew him. Years ago Arman had stopped crying. It was not something he chose deliberately rather life had slowly taken away his tears until he found himself unable to shed even a single one. People often asked if he was happy or if something was wrong but Arman would simply smile and say he was fine. Deep inside however there was a storm of emotions he could no longer express.
By Mian Suhaib Amin6 months ago in Humans
10 Brutal Life Facts Everyone Learns Too Late
Life is not always fair, kind, or predictable. As we grow older, we start to realize that the world works in ways far different from what we were taught as children. The truth is, most of us are walking around pretending everything is fine, while silently carrying the weight of these hard realities. These truths are not meant to hurt you, but to awaken you. Because once you accept them, you stop living in denial and start living in freedom.
By Mian Suhaib Amin6 months ago in Motivation
The Human Factor: AI Isn’t the Problem
I remember the first time I saw an AI-generated painting. It was beautiful. A soft splash of colors, surreal shapes merging into one another, the illusion of depth and meaning hanging in the pixels like fog. And yet, something in it felt hollow. Not wrong. Just… empty. Like a room painted perfectly but without a window, a scent, or a memory.
By Mian Suhaib Amin7 months ago in Futurism
The Jungle Doesn’t Cry, But He Did
The sun had not yet risen when the lioness nudged her newborn cub into the world. He was smaller than the others. Quieter. His fur was lighter, his paws clumsier. But his eyes, wide and curious, sparkled like stars that refused to disappear with the morning. They named him Luma, meaning light
By Mian Suhaib Amin7 months ago in Families
When Mother’s Eyes Speak
The sun was setting behind the distant hills, casting a warm orange glow across the modest house where Amina lived with her mother. The day was ending, but for them, the struggles of life never seemed to pause. Amina watched her mother moving quietly in the kitchen, her hands steady as she prepared the evening meal. There was a calm in her mother’s eyes that spoke volumes about the battles she had fought, the sacrifices she had made, and the endless love she carried in her heart.
By Mian Suhaib Amin7 months ago in Families
When the Night Speaks
The city was asleep, cloaked in the gentle hush that only the night could bring. Street lamps flickered softly, casting pools of golden light on the empty sidewalks. Amidst this calm, Ayaan walked slowly, his mind tangled in thoughts he could not escape. The weight of the day still lingered, but it was the night that felt alive with possibilities.
By Mian Suhaib Amin7 months ago in Fiction
I Didn’t Read Her! I Felt Her
I’ve read a lifetime of words, but hers… hers made me pause. In all my years of teaching literature, I had encountered brilliance, arrogance, and desperation in students’ essays but not reverence. Not longing. Not ache. Until her.
By Mian Suhaib Amin7 months ago in Humans
Endless Tracks: The Train That Never Stops
It was a rainy evening when I first heard the whispers about the train that never stops. Everyone in the small town spoke about it in hushed tones—an old steam engine that passed through once in a blue moon, never halting, no matter how much someone waved or begged for it to stop. Some said it was a ghost train, others believed it carried lost souls searching for their final destination.
By Mian Suhaib Amin7 months ago in Fiction
Why I Chose Divorce! Even When the Law Was on My Side to Stay
I Fought for Others, But Ignored My Own Pain I’ve stood in courtrooms, voice steady, fighting for women who felt like they had no one else. I’ve quoted laws, cited precedents, and watched clients breathe again after winning battles they thought were impossible.
By Mian Suhaib Amin7 months ago in Humans
Speak Up, Stand Tall: The Heartbeat of Advocacy in a Noisy World
In a world that often shouts over the whispers of the oppressed, advocacy is not just a profession, it’s a performance, a protest, a promise. It’s where intellect meets empathy, and where courage takes the podium in a courtroom of chaos
By Mian Suhaib Amin7 months ago in Pride
When My Father Died, Justice Became Personal
I had studied justice in books long before I ever understood what it truly meant. In lecture halls, I memorized legal maxims, recited constitutional clauses, and wrote essays on equality and fairness. I believed in the law—deeply. Passionately. Like a religion.
By Mian Suhaib Amin7 months ago in Education
