Muhammad Kashif
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🌙 “Grandma’s Last Petal”
---Story Begins I was eleven years old when my grandmother first showed me the flower. It lived in an old glass jar, the kind that used to hold honey years before I was born. The jar sat on the smallest shelf in her room — the one I wasn’t allowed to touch unless she was with me.
By Muhammad Kashif 2 months ago in Fiction
✨ The Boy Who Remembered a Life He Never Lived
At first, it felt like any ordinary dream — blurry, soft, melting away the moment I opened my eyes. But something was different. Something stayed with me. The color of the sky. The smell of roses. The faint sound of a girl laughing.
By Muhammad Kashif 2 months ago in Fiction
THE LAST VOICE NOTE SHE LEFT ME
Her name was Ayla, and for three years, she had been the brightest part of my small, quiet life. We weren’t dating. We weren’t siblings. We were something in between—two broken kids who accidentally became each other’s lifelines.
By Muhammad Kashif 2 months ago in Fiction
The Letter I Was Never Meant to Read”
It was a cold, grey afternoon—the kind of day when the sky looks tired and the air feels heavier than usual. I was cleaning an old wooden trunk in my grandmother’s house. The trunk smelled like dust, forgotten memories, and time… a lot of time.
By Muhammad Kashif 2 months ago in Motivation
THE FIRST LETTER THAT SAVED MY LIFE
I was sixteen when I learned that silence has weight. Not the peaceful kind— The heavy kind. The kind that sits on your chest, presses against your ribs, and makes the world feel too loud and too empty at the same time.
By Muhammad Kashif 2 months ago in Motivation
Tears of Resilience: A Mother's Unforgettable Eid
Eid al-Fitr is a time of joy, forgiveness, and celebration in Pakistan. The air is filled with the sweet scent of attar, the sound of laughter, and the warmth of family gatherings. But for me, this Eid will forever be etched in my memory as a bittersweet reminder of sacrifice, love, and resilience.
By Muhammad Kashif 2 months ago in Families
Before You Delete This Message
The message sat unsent in her phone, glowing faintly in the dark. “Hey, it’s me. I just wanted to say I’m sorry…” Her thumb hovered over the send button, trembling. The cursor blinked like a heartbeat. She stared at the screen, thinking of everything she could have said, everything she should have said before it all fell apart.
By Muhammad Kashif 2 months ago in Fiction
The Letter That Arrived 20 Years Late
By Kashif Safi --- The morning began like any other. Margaret sat by her window, a cup of tea in hand, watching the soft drizzle fall over her small garden. At seventy-one, her days had grown quiet, filled with slow walks, old photographs, and the soft hum of the radio that never changed stations.
By Muhammad Kashif 2 months ago in Humans
New Horizons in a strange land
The first few nights in New York City were louder than anything I had ever known. Sirens wailed endlessly, car horns screamed, and the hum of a million lives moving together felt suffocating. Back home, my family’s small town had been quiet, predictable, safe. Here, everything was bright, fast, and unfamiliar.
By Muhammad Kashif 2 months ago in Humans
The Last Dream Seller
In a town where night had lost its magic and the streets were silent, a peculiar shop stood between an old bakery and a shuttered bookstore. Its windows were misted with silver dust, and the faded sign read: Dreams for Sale. Most of the townsfolk passed by without a second glance, thinking it abandoned. But inside, under the dim glow of lanterns, a man worked quietly, arranging tiny glass bottles filled with sparkling mist.
By Muhammad Kashif 2 months ago in Fiction
