Muhammad Ansar
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The Brushstrokes of Life
The Brushstrokes of Life: Every Color Tells a Story The smell of turpentine and drying paint clung to the old studio like a memory that refused to fade. The room was filled with canvases—some blank, some half-finished, and others complete, hanging proudly on the walls like silent storytellers. In the center stood an easel, and before it, an aging man with silver-threaded hair and paint-speckled hands—Ibrahim.
By Muhammad Ansar8 months ago in Art
The Art of Letting Go
The Art of Letting Go Subtitle: Learning to Heal, Move On, and Find Peace in Life’s Unfinished Chapters I used to believe that holding on was a form of strength. That the more tightly I clung to people, memories, and dreams, the less likely they were to slip away. But life, with all its unexpected twists, has a way of teaching us differently — gently, and sometimes not so gently.
By Muhammad Ansar8 months ago in Art
Flawed and Beautiful: Lessons from Kintsugi
Flawed and Beautiful: Lessons from Kintsugi I never imagined that a broken bowl could change how I saw myself. It started on a rainy afternoon in Kyoto. I was visiting Japan on a much-needed break — the kind of trip you take when life has worn you down to the edges. I had spent the last few years trying to hold everything together: my career, my relationships, my sense of self. But no matter how much I tried, something always slipped through the cracks. I came to Japan hoping for peace, but also running from a version of myself I didn’t know how to fix.
By Muhammad Ansar8 months ago in Art
Everyday Grace
Everyday Grace Finding joy and meaning in life's simplest moments The alarm buzzed softly at 6:30 a.m., and Amina reached out from under her quilt to silence it. She didn’t mind early mornings — not anymore. There was something sacred in the silence before the world fully woke. It was in these quiet moments that Amina had learned to see life more clearly.
By Muhammad Ansar8 months ago in Art
The Art of Healing
The Art of Healing: Finding Strength, Color, and Peace Through Brokenness The first thing Alina noticed when she returned to her childhood home was how still everything was. Dust had settled on the windowsills, the scent of old books lingered in the hallway, and the walls—once bright and full of family portraits—now looked tired, like they had seen too much.
By Muhammad Ansar8 months ago in Art
Colors of the Soul
Colors of the Soul: Unveiling the Hidden Shades of the Human Heart Amara always believed she saw the world differently. While others talked about blue skies, green fields, and gray rain, she spoke of emotions in colors. To her, sorrow was a smoky indigo, love was a burnished gold, and hope shimmered in soft hues of lilac. Since childhood, she had sensed people’s feelings not through words but through the colors that surrounded them—an aura only she could see.
By Muhammad Ansar8 months ago in Art
Whispers of Renewal
Whispers of Renewal A Soul's Passage Through Pain, Hope, and Restoration The forest was silent, except for the soft crunch of leaves under Ayaan’s boots. He hadn’t walked this path in years, not since the day everything had fallen apart. Each step forward stirred old memories — some painful, some almost forgotten — but all woven into the fabric of his life.
By Muhammad Ansar8 months ago in Education
Threads of Us
Threads of Us Bound by Love, Tested by Time They first met under a rusted clocktower on a rainy afternoon in Lahore. Ameer had taken shelter there while waiting for a bus, his coat soaked and his sketchbook tucked under one arm. Sara stood nearby, holding a broken umbrella that swayed helplessly in the wind. When he offered her half his coat to shield them both, she accepted with a smile that lit up the grayest part of the day.
By Muhammad Ansar8 months ago in Confessions
The Lion and the Lamb
An Unlikely Friendship That Changed the Wild Forever In the heart of the vast Savanna, where the golden sun kissed the earth and the winds carried tales from faraway lands, ruled a mighty lion named Zar. His roar could silence rivers and scatter herds, and no creature dared cross his path. To all the animals, he was king—but he was also feared.
By Muhammad Ansar8 months ago in Confessions
The Mirror Within
The Mirror Within It was the kind of morning where the sky seemed to hold its breath. The sun peeked over the hills with a gentle golden glow, and the world was still—too still for a restless heart like Arman's. He stood on the edge of a dirt path just outside his village, a dusty backpack slung over his shoulder, eyes scanning the unknown beyond.
By Muhammad Ansar8 months ago in Art
Grateful Hearts, Greater Miracles
The Power of Gratitude How a Simple 'Thank You' Changed a Life In a small village nestled among green hills, lived a young man named Hamza. He was known for his quiet nature and serious demeanor. Though hardworking and honest, Hamza rarely smiled and spoke even less. He worked as a carpenter, building furniture for the people in the village. Day after day, he would rise with the sun, work silently in his small workshop, and return home as darkness fell.
By Muhammad Ansar8 months ago in Art
