Muhammad Asad
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The Last Sleep. AI-Generated.
The hospice room was quiet, save for the slow, mechanical rhythm of the oxygen machine. A muted winter sun filtered through the curtains, casting faint lines across the bed where Eleanor Grant lay, her body fragile, folded into the bedclothes like a forgotten letter.
By Muhammad Asad9 months ago in Families
Solitery Reper. AI-Generated.
In silence, he walked the fields. In silence, he remembered. In a far-off valley, ringed by ancient hills and shadowed forests, lay a village forgotten by maps and time. The villagers spoke little of the past and even less of the man who tended the western fields. He lived alone in a stone cottage at the edge of the golden barley, and many called him the Solitery Reper.
By Muhammad Asad9 months ago in Art
Amazing Plannet. AI-Generated.
In a distant corner of the multiverse, where time ticked not by hours but by the bloom of cosmic orchids, there existed a planet unlike any other. Its name, as pronounced by the native tongues of the whispering trees, was Plannet. Not "Planet" as humans might spell it, but Plannet—a deliberate name, as if fate had woven it twice into the fabric of reality, a double thread of destiny and design.
By Muhammad Asad9 months ago in Earth
Mother Hen and Chicks
In a quiet village nestled between green hills and winding brooks, there was a cozy little farm run by a kind-hearted old woman named Granny Marla. The farm was modest but alive with animals and love—mooing cows, baaing sheep, clucking chickens, and the ever-curious goats. But among all the animals, one creature stood out the most.
By Muhammad Asad9 months ago in Education
Two Little Kittens
– A Tale of Friendship, Survival, and Home In a quiet town nestled between rolling hills and golden wheat fields, the arrival of autumn always brought with it a touch of magic. Leaves danced through the streets, the scent of cinnamon hung in the air, and warm light spilled from the windows of cozy homes.
By Muhammad Asad9 months ago in Families
The Rose and the Cactus
The Rose and the Cactus Once upon a time, in a vast and varied garden tucked away beyond the hills, there bloomed a magnificent Rose. Her petals were as soft as silk, glowing in shades of crimson and ruby. Every morning, she bathed in the golden sun and drank dew from the petals around her. Bees, butterflies, and humans alike adored her beauty, often pausing to admire her elegance.
By Muhammad Asad9 months ago in Motivation
Chinese Cinderella
(A Story Inspired by Adeline Yen Mah’s Memoir) Once upon a time in the bustling city of Tianjin, China, there was a little girl named Adeline. She was born the fifth child in her family, just days after her mother died of complications from childbirth. Though the tragedy wasn't her fault, Adeline’s family seemed to believe that her birth had brought sorrow upon the household. From the very beginning of her life, she carried a heavy burden—a deep sense of being unwanted.
By Muhammad Asad9 months ago in Families
The German Gold Miner
In the shadowed years following the First World War, a man named Johann Richter boarded a rusting steamer bound for South Africa. He carried with him a single trunk, a weathered leather journal, and a dream that glittered like the gold he sought beneath the African soil.
By Muhammad Asad9 months ago in Chapters
Behind the Door
The old house at 17 Weller Street had stood for almost a century. Its creaking frame and ivy-covered walls whispered stories to anyone who passed, though few dared to stop and listen. The shutters were always drawn, the yard overgrown, and even the mailbox looked abandoned. To the children of the neighborhood, it was the haunted house. To the elders, it was Mrs. Ellery's place, though no one had seen Mrs. Ellery in over twenty years.
By Muhammad Asad9 months ago in Horror
Together We Live. AI-Generated.
The world had never felt smaller, yet more connected, than it did in the small, tucked-away town of Ansel’s Grove. It wasn’t a place most people had ever heard of. A quiet, almost forgotten part of the world, it was tucked between a range of towering hills and endless stretches of forest, the kind that seemed to swallow up any sound or sign of life. The town’s population hovered around three thousand, a place where everyone knew everyone, and life moved at a pace that allowed you to breathe, to think, to really live.
By Muhammad Asad9 months ago in Chapters
