Moments & Memoirs
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I write honest stories about life’s struggles—friendships, mental health, and digital addiction. My goal is to connect, inspire, and spark real conversations. Join me on this journey of growth, healing, and understanding.
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“Whispers in the Desert Wind”
In the heart of the ancient Arabian desert, where the sands sing songs of forgotten lovers and the stars speak in riddles, lived a boy named Qays ibn al-Mulawwah, son of a noble tribe. He was quiet, thoughtful, and spoke more in poetry than in plain words. One day, while still a young student, he laid eyes upon a girl named Laila al-Aamiriya, and in that instant, the world around him changed.
By Moments & Memoirs7 months ago in Humans
Romeo and Juliet
In the ancient city of Verona, Italy, two noble families, the Montagues and the Capulets, were locked in a bitter feud. No one could remember how the hatred had started, but it burned so fiercely that even the servants of each household would draw swords on sight.
By Moments & Memoirs7 months ago in Humans
The Sound of the Stars
Silence used to frighten me. As a child, I filled every quiet space with sound—TVs playing in the background, music always on, constant chatter, even when there was nothing to say. I thought noise meant life. Movement. Purpose. Silence felt like something was missing.
By Moments & Memoirs7 months ago in Families
“Why We’re Obsessed With Time — And What We Lose Chasing It”
We live in a world ruled by clocks. From the moment we wake up to the buzzing alarm on our phones, to the deadlines that dictate our workdays, to the countdowns for appointments and events — time governs almost everything we do. We obsess over it, track it, measure it, and try desperately to manage it. But in this relentless race against the clock, what are we really chasing? And more importantly, what are we losing along the way?
By Moments & Memoirs7 months ago in Humans
The Clockmaker’s Daughter and the Forgotten Hour
In the village of Grimvale, time was sacred. Every second was counted, measured, and guarded as though it were a rare jewel. The townspeople relied on their clocks not merely as tools but as the very rhythm of their existence. From the massive clock tower in the square to the smallest pocket watches clasped by children, every device chimed in perfect harmony, guiding the flow of life with unerring precision.
By Moments & Memoirs7 months ago in Fiction
The Librarian Who Stole Time
There is a town you won’t find on any map—Virelay, cradled in the bones of two withered mountains, where the sun sets in slow motion and no one wears a wristwatch. At the heart of this town stands a crumbling tower stitched from dark stone and older whispers: the Archive of Hours.
By Moments & Memoirs7 months ago in Fiction
The Loneliest Message I Never Sent
There’s a strange kind of pain in holding onto a message you never send. It’s like carrying a secret too heavy for anyone else to bear but too precious to let go. I learned that feeling in the quietest moments — sitting alone, staring at my phone, watching the blinking cursor blink back at me like a heartbeat I couldn’t catch.
By Moments & Memoirs7 months ago in Confessions
"The Smile I Thought I Lost"
I asked God to give me my smile back, and He gave me you. For the longest time, I thought my smile had died with my past. I didn’t mourn it all at once. It faded slowly, like a sunset no one notices until the world is suddenly dark. And when it was gone, so was I—at least the version of me I used to recognize in mirrors and photos.
By Moments & Memoirs7 months ago in Humans
“Why We're All Addicted to the Internet — And No One Cares”
I didn’t even notice it happening. One day I was a kid who played outside until the streetlights came on. The next, I was a grown adult who instinctively reached for my phone before I even brushed my teeth. I scroll before I get out of bed. I scroll in line at the grocery store. I scroll while watching Netflix. Sometimes I even scroll while scrolling.
By Moments & Memoirs7 months ago in Confessions
“Why I Cut Off My Toxic Best Friend”
We met in high school, and from the beginning, it felt like destiny. We clicked instantly—laughing at the same jokes, texting constantly, swearing we’d be “ride or die” forever. I genuinely believed she was my soulmate in friendship. For years, she was the one person I called for everything—heartbreaks, panic attacks, family drama, even small wins like getting an A on a test. We were closer than close.
By Moments & Memoirs7 months ago in Humans
The Coffee Shop Table She Always Reserved for Him
She reserved the same table every Sunday at 10 a.m. It wasn’t a fancy place. Just a small café tucked between a bookstore and a flower shop — quiet, with the scent of vanilla and espresso always hanging in the air.
By Moments & Memoirs7 months ago in Humans
