Muhammad Anas
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“The Night the Empire Fell”
They said the thunder that night was the sound of heaven cursing Bengal. Rain hammered the tents, lightning tore open the sky — and in the heart of the storm, Nawab Siraj-ud-Daulah learned that a throne can fall not by war, but by betrayal.
By Muhammad Anas 3 months ago in History
Unexpected knock at the Door
The first knock was so soft Alexander almost dismissed it as the cabin settling, or a pinecone dropping from the eaves. It was 3:07 AM. He was in his armchair, a biography of a forgotten president splayed open on his chest, the fire in the hearth reduced to a bed of pulsating coals. The silence up here on the mountain was absolute, a thick blanket he’d come to both cherish and fear.
By Muhammad Anas 3 months ago in Fiction
Over Mountains and Chains: Sultan Mehmed II’s Impossible Conquest
In the dead of night, under a sky pierced by flickering torches, 70 colossal warships—each a behemoth of timber and iron—groaned like wounded giants. Not on waves, but on rollers of greased logs, dragged by 10,000 sweating men over a mile of rugged hills. This was no myth. This was 1453. This was the moment a 21-year-old sultan turned the impossible into legend, sailing an armada across dry land to shatter an empire's heart.
By Muhammad Anas 3 months ago in History
How Constantine XI Faced the Fall of Constantinople
📖 The Last Emperor’s Choice The night of May 28, 1453, was heavy with silence inside Constantinople. The once-great capital of the Byzantine Empire stood on the edge of ruin. For nearly two months, Sultan Mehmed’s army had encircled the city, hammering its ancient walls with cannons and cutting off every hope of rescue. By dawn, the final assault would begin.
By Muhammad Anas 3 months ago in History
đź“– The Forgotten Prince: The Story of Alexander IV
Son of the man who conquered half the known world, Alexander IV often wondered, “Will I too command empires? Will the shadow of my father ever fade, or will I forever walk beneath it?” History promised him greatness, but fate had written a harsher truth. For in the ruthless game of power, crowns are heavy, and even a child of destiny can be crushed before his time.
By Muhammad Anas 4 months ago in History
Evil sometimes wears a friendly face.”
The rain had been pounding for hours, turning the highway into a blur of slick asphalt and smeared headlights. My eyes stung from exhaustion, and the wipers screeched back and forth in a hopeless attempt to keep the windshield clear. That’s when I saw him—standing just past the guardrail, thumb stuck out, soaked to the bone.
By Muhammad Anas 4 months ago in Horror
