Miss Maryam
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"Calmness is the Cradle of Power"
The desert stretched endlessly, its golden sands shimmering under the merciless sun. In the heart of this vast emptiness stood the fortress of Al-Qamar, a citadel carved from stone and silence. Within its walls lived Malik ibn Rashid, a ruler whose reign was marked not by conquest or cruelty, but by an unusual strength—his calmness.
By Miss Maryam2 months ago in Fiction
Beautiful things await after Patience
The village of Alarabad lay nestled between emerald hills and winding rivers, a place where time seemed to move slower than the bustling cities beyond. Its people lived simple lives, guided by the rhythm of the seasons, the call of prayer, and the quiet wisdom passed down through generations. Among them was a young woman named Amina, whose story became a living testament to the truth that beautiful things await after patience.
By Miss Maryam2 months ago in Motivation
"The Silent Struggle with Dark Circles"
Dark circles are more than just a cosmetic concern. They whisper stories of sleepless nights, endless stress, and sometimes even genetics. For many women, they become an uninvited shadow beneath the eyes, dulling confidence and radiance.
By Miss Maryam2 months ago in Lifehack
Glow Game Strong: Beauty Secrets That Actually Work
In a world flooded with beauty trends, viral hacks, and influencer-endorsed products, it’s easy to feel overwhelmed by the sheer volume of advice. But what if we stripped away the noise and focused on what actually works? This article is your no-fluff guide to beauty tips that deliver real, radiant results—backed by science, experience, and a touch of glam.
By Miss Maryam2 months ago in Lifehack
The War Beneath My Skin
I never imagined my body would betray me. For years, I moved through life with a quiet confidence. I was the dependable one—the friend who showed up, the colleague who delivered, the daughter who never complained. My body was strong, my mind sharp. I didn’t think much about health because I didn’t have to. Until I did.
By Miss Maryam2 months ago in Motivation
Echoes of Tomorrow
In the year 2047, the world had grown quieter—not in sound, but in isolation. Though cities continued to buzz with activity, voices were fewer and more distant. Drones flitted through the sky, holographic billboards blinked in colorful rhythms, but somewhere beneath the surface, people had grown more alone. Conversations shortened and interactions became more fleeting. In this world, where technology acted both as a link and a divide, a lonely programmer named Lara made a surprising connection. Lara lived in an apartment in Neo-London, a world of glass and steel.
By Miss Maryam2 months ago in Futurism
You Fear, You Die!
The Whispering Town The town of Wrelmere was a place you wouldn't find on any map. It sat between two old hills that were falling apart, and it was always covered in thick fog. The people there talked in quiet voices, avoided looking at each other, and locked their doors before the sun went down. Very few people came to visit, and even fewer stayed for long.
By Miss Maryam2 months ago in Fiction
Every Shadow Lies
The rain had a rhythm that night — a slow, steady tapping against the windows of the Blackmoor Institute. It was the kind of rain that made secrets feel heavier, as if the sky itself was trying to drown them. Inside, the corridors were dimly lit, the lights flickering like dying stars. Dr. Elara Voss walked quickly, her heels echoing against the linoleum floor, each step like a countdown to something she couldn’t yet name.
By Miss Maryam2 months ago in Fiction
The Wedding That Waited
In the middle of Lahore, where the smell of jasmine mixes with the sound of rickshaws and the shouts of street sellers, lived Aliya and Ali—two people connected by love, tradition, and a promise made under the quiet moonlight of a December night.
By Miss Maryam2 months ago in Motivation
A Love Written in Silence
He was alone on the far bench in the courtyard of the university library, sketching something in an old notebook, when Mira first saw him. His focussed eyes, slightly furrowed brow, and precise finger movement suggested that he was not only drawing but also recalling. She didn’t know his name. Honestly, no one did. He was quiet, always alone, always sketching. Rumors floated around — that he was mute, that he’d lost someone, that he was brilliant but broken. Mira didn’t care for rumors. She cared for a brief time. She also wanted to know him because of the way he looked at the world, as if it were both beautiful and unbearable. She started sitting near him. Neither next to him nor too close. Just close enough to make her visible to him. Even though most days she only drew or scribbled snippets of her thoughts, she would bring her own notebook and pretend to write poetry in it. He never glanced upward. Not once.
By Miss Maryam3 months ago in Fiction
