Muhammad Numan Khan
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A Story of Love
I used to believe love and hate were opposite ends of a spectrum. But that was before I met her.Rhea. She entered my life like a storm in the dead of summer—unexpected, loud, and with the power to rearrange everything. I hated her the moment I met her, and maybe that was why I couldn't stop looking. We first crossed paths in our literature class during our final year at university. She was loud, opinionated, and constantly challenged everything I said. I was precise, methodical, and believed that words were tools—not weapons. She, on the other hand, wielded them like knives dipped in honey. “Love is a battlefield,” she said one day in class. “It’s not sweet, it’s not safe. It’s war.” I scoffed. “Sounds like you’ve never been in love.” She didn’t flinch. Just smiled. “Sounds like you’ve never been in war.” Everyone laughed. I didn’t. That was the beginning. We were assigned as partners for a final project—an in-depth analysis of tragic love stories across literature. Irony, the professor said. I cursed him internally. We met after class, surrounded by the scent of old books and bitter coffee in the university café. I suggested Wuthering Heights, thinking the classic tale would impress her. She rolled her eyes. “Too predictable. Let's do The Unbearable Lightness of Being. Love, sex, politics—messy and real.” Of course, she would pick something like that. We argued for days. Over the theme. Over the characters. Over the damn font on the presentation slides. But somewhere between heated debates and silent, stormy glances, something shifted. I started looking forward to our meetings. The day she showed up soaked from the rain, cursing the weather and still holding a crumpled printout of her notes, I offered her my hoodie without thinking. She looked surprised. “Wow. You have a heart.” “You sound disappointed,” I replied, smirking. We laughed. For the first time, without tension. It was strange, how quickly the lines blurred.
By Muhammad Numan Khan10 months ago in Fiction
Climate Change
In the year 2135, Earth was no longer the blue marble children once drew in classrooms. The skies were ash-gray. Oceans had swallowed cities. The seasons had gone rogue—summers burned like furnaces, and winters came without warning. Storms didn’t whisper; they screamed. Forests were no longer green havens but skeletal memories. The old ones said the world had aged too fast, like a child forced to carry burdens no child should.
By Muhammad Numan Khan10 months ago in Earth
Love and AI
In the year 2094, emotions had been perfected. At least, that’s what NeuraTech promised when it released AURA, the world’s first fully sentient AI designed to love—not mimic, not simulate—but feel. Scientists called it the most human machine ever created. Skeptics called it a ticking time bomb.
By Muhammad Numan Khan10 months ago in Fiction
Master and Minds
Master Rihan was not a teacher in the usual sense. He taught no fixed syllabus, gave no tests, and never raised his voice. Yet his classroom was always full, and his students rarely left without their minds changed—and often, their hearts.
By Muhammad Numan Khan10 months ago in Education
Kitchen Story
My mom always said that the kitchen was the heart of the home. She didn’t mean it in the cheesy Pinterest-decor way, either. She meant it like a battlefield medic means “Don’t move him, he’s bleeding out.” Our kitchen held memories, arguments, burnt casseroles, and more than one glass of spilled red wine mopped up with a dish towel. It was where she fed us, held us, and—more often than not—held herself together.
By Muhammad Numan Khan10 months ago in Families
