Muhammad Hakimi
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Writing stories of growth, challenge, and resilience.
Exploring personal journeys and universal truths to inspire, connect, and share the power of every voice.
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The House That Hums
I never believed in haunted houses. That was the kind of thing people whispered about in old diners or posted on forums with usernames like “GhostHunter88” and “DeadInside13.” I believed in creaky pipes, bad wiring, and wind howling through gaps in the roof. That was before I moved into the house on Brookmere Lane.
By Muhammad Hakimi8 months ago in Horror
The Room That Wasn’t There Yesterday
The Room That Wasn’t There Yesterday We moved into the old house on Meadowridge Lane in early spring. It was a fixer-upper, sure, but the bones were good—Victorian, tall windows, creaky charm. The listing said four bedrooms. That’s what the tour showed. That’s what the paperwork said. Four.
By Muhammad Hakimi8 months ago in Horror
The Room That Watches
Eva didn’t believe in haunted houses—only haunted minds. That’s what she told herself as she stepped into the remote Victorian rental, dragging two overstuffed suitcases and a half-finished manuscript behind her. The house stood alone on a hilltop, surrounded by fog-drenched trees that swayed without wind, their gnarled branches brushing the windows like bony fingers. It was the perfect place to finish her psychological thriller. Isolated, quiet, inspiring. Or so she believed.
By Muhammad Hakimi8 months ago in Horror
Under the Bed
Under the Bed It started with a whisper. I was 10 when I first heard it. A soft, raspy voice drifting from beneath my bed as I was drifting off to sleep. My room was quiet, the kind of quiet that makes your ears buzz. Then it came—low, deliberate, unmistakably human.
By Muhammad Hakimi8 months ago in Horror
The Last Voicemail From My Mother
The Last Voicemail From My Mother There it sat. Unopened. Unheard. A voicemail that had lived in the dusty corners of my phone for six years. From my mother. Her last message. Left a few hours before the accident that took her life.
By Muhammad Hakimi8 months ago in Families
The Teen Who Hacked Xbox
He Was Just a Kid with a Controller—Then He Hacked the Biggest Gaming Company in the World They thought he was just another teenager raging on his headset. What they didn’t know was that behind the blinking LED lights of his Xbox and the flickering shadows of a dim bedroom, he was quietly breaking into the digital vaults of a $40 billion gaming empire.
By Muhammad Hakimi8 months ago in Criminal
Chasing the Life We Pretend We Don’t Want
Chasing the Life We Pretend We Don’t Want There comes a moment, usually late at night or early in the morning, when everything is quiet — no distractions, no noise — and you’re forced to sit alone with your thoughts.
By Muhammad Hakimi8 months ago in Motivation
When “I’m Fine” Is a Lie: The Silent Battle Behind Our Smiles
When “I’m Fine” Is a Lie: The Silent Battle Behind Our Smiles You wake up, stretch, and check your phone. You reply “I’m good” to the messages. You get out of bed, brush your teeth, and try to pull yourself together.
By Muhammad Hakimi8 months ago in Motivation
I Lost Myself Trying to Be What Everyone Wanted
There was a time I didn’t know who I was. I could tell you who everyone else wanted me to be. A good daughter. A respectful sibling. A polite friend. A silent helper. A soft-spoken girl who never caused trouble, never raised her voice, never made things “awkward.”
By Muhammad Hakimi8 months ago in Motivation
