Mudasir Hakeemi
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I am poor boy
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🌅— Betrayal and Arrest. AI-Generated.
• The work opens with a double choir surrounding the listener, almost like the world witnessing a cosmic event. • The story begins with Jesus and his disciples at the Last Supper. Jesus predicts betrayal, and Judas slips away into the night.
By Mudasir Hakeemi 5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Message in the Bottle. AI-Generated.
It was a Wednesday when Mira found the bottle. The tide had rolled in soft and slow that morning, licking the sand like it didn’t want to disturb the quiet. She came here often now, to this forgotten stretch of beach. It wasn’t the waves that comforted her, or the wind—it was the silence. The way the world seemed to pause just long enough for her grief to settle.
By Mudasir Hakeemi 6 months ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Wrote Her Name on the Moon. AI-Generated.
The night her brother died, Aisha made a promise. She stood barefoot in the backyard, her palms covered in dirt, the air sharp with silence. Her mother was inside, a ghost made of tears. Her father hadn’t spoken in hours.
By Mudasir Hakeemi 6 months ago in Fiction
The Ghost of Spin Ghar. AI-Generated.
The night Wali Khan returned from the city, the mountains were silent. No gunfire. No laughter. Just wind. His father — Haji Gul Rahman — had died in what they called a hunting accident. But something in the air, in the way the elders averted their eyes, told Wali there was more.
By Mudasir Hakeemi 6 months ago in Fiction
The Orchard That Grew in a Da. AI-Generated.
I. The Inheritance Leah hadn’t been back to Hollow Root since she was eleven. The family left after the fire—after her father’s silence grew louder than the smoke, and her mother began painting with her back turned to the world. Now, fifteen years later, all she had left was a deed, an urn, and a GPS signal that barely held a pulse.
By Mudasir Hakeemi 6 months ago in Fiction
