Muhammad Ilyas
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Writer of words, seeker of stories. Here to share moments that matter and spark a little light along the way.
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The Secret My Husband Took to His Grave
The Secret My Husband Took to His Grave I never thought silence could be so loud. It has been eight months since Daniel passed away, yet the quietness of our home still hums with his absence. Every morning, I wake up expecting to hear the kettle whistle and his voice calling out, “Coffee or tea, love?” But all that greets me is the hollow echo of memory.
By Muhammad Ilyas3 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Stopped Chasing People Who Didn’t Care.
The Day I Stopped Chasing People Who Didn’t Care When I stopped running after them, I finally found me. I used to believe that if I just loved people hard enough, they’d eventually love me back. I thought devotion could rewrite disinterest, and persistence could melt indifference. Every unanswered text felt like a challenge to prove my worth, every canceled plan a sign that I just needed to try a little harder.
By Muhammad Ilyas3 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Realized I Wasn’t Happy Anymore.
The Day I Realized I Wasn’t Happy Anymore A Journey from Emptiness to Self-Discovery It started like any other ordinary morning. The alarm buzzed relentlessly, a sound I had grown to hate but somehow ignored for years. I rolled over, rubbed my eyes, and reached for the phone that had become my lifeline to the world. Notifications flashed across the screen: emails from work, messages from friends I hadn’t really spoken to in weeks, reminders of bills, appointments, tasks, and a million tiny responsibilities. Everything seemed “normal,” yet something inside me felt hollow. That strange, gnawing emptiness had been building for months, but I had cleverly buried it beneath routines and obligations.
By Muhammad Ilyas3 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Stopped Chasing People Who Didn’t Want Me.
Her name was Lena. She was sunlight on a bad day — warm when she wanted to be, distant when she didn’t. I met her at a friend’s party, where she smiled at me like she already knew I’d fall for her. And I did. Instantly, helplessly.
By Muhammad Ilyas3 months ago in Fiction
32 Habits That Change Everything
The Beginning of Change Aimal was tired of being tired. For years, he lived the same cycle: wake up late, rush through work, eat whatever he found, and end the day scrolling on his phone. Nothing was deeply wrong with his life, but nothing felt right either. He wanted to grow, but didn’t know where to start.
By Muhammad Ilyas3 months ago in Motivation
Samuel’s Room
When Clara inherited her grandmother’s house, it felt less like a gift and more like a responsibility. The estate was old, sprawling, and sagging under the weight of time. Its walls leaned inward like listening shoulders, its corridors were narrow veins through which only silence traveled. Every step she took echoed in a way that made her imagine the house remembering who had once walked there.
By Muhammad Ilyas3 months ago in Fiction
The Midnight Key.
An unexpected knock at the door jolted Clara from her evening reverie. She wasn’t expecting anyone—her apartment was usually quiet, save for the hum of the refrigerator and the occasional honk of a car outside. She frowned, lifting herself from the couch. That knock had been deliberate, firm, and oddly precise, as if the knocker had known exactly how to reach her.
By Muhammad Ilyas3 months ago in Fiction
