Muhammad Rahim
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I’m a passionate writer who expresses truth, emotion, and creativity through storytelling, poetry, and reflection. I write to connect, inspire, and give voice to thoughts that matter.
Stories (16)
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Whispers in the Windowlight
We are told the window is a comfort — that light through glass is protection. A boundary. A blessing. We are told that reflections are innocent. But. No one asks what happens when the light bends wrong. When glass forgets it is glass and becomes something else. Something hungry.
By Muhammad Rahim 5 months ago in Horror
The Winterlight Watcher
The town of Winterlight wasn’t marked on any proper map. Tucked between whispering fir forests and glassy hillsides, it was the kind of place that looked like it belonged in a snow globe—frozen in time, perfect from a distance. But no one ever shook the globe. It was always winter, and it was always quiet.
By Muhammad Rahim 5 months ago in Fiction
Whisper Hollow
Directed by: Liane Arber Main Cast: Thuso Mbedu, Finn Elliot, Hiroki Tanaka, Eve Best When my mother passed, someone left a cassette in our mailbox. No label, just a sticky note that read, “For the memory.” On it was a single track—an old lullaby in a language none of us recognized. My sister swore she remembered it from childhood. I didn’t. But I couldn’t stop listening to it. That same eerie, buried-in-your-bones feeling runs through every moment of Whisper Hollow, a horror film that doesn’t try to scare you—it tries to haunt you.
By Muhammad Rahim 5 months ago in Critique
The Lemon Tree Theory
We had a lemon tree in our backyard that somehow survived every drought, dog, and misguided game of tag. It was crooked, scarred, and only bore fruit if you ignored it completely. Dad said it was “like the rest of us—thrived under chaos.”
By Muhammad Rahim 5 months ago in Families
We Made Plans
We had it all mapped out. Beach mornings, iced coffee afternoons, and stargazing nights on your rooftop. A final summer before college. Before the world would ask us to grow up. You said we'd chase the sun across every weekend, like nothing could ever change. I believed you.
By Muhammad Rahim 6 months ago in Earth
The Whisper
I’m born in silence. High above the world, in a cradle of chilled mist and quiet clouds, I begin. A single crystal spun from vapor, shaped uniquely by the cold breath of the sky. No other is quite like me, and yet I am not alone. We gather in stillness, suspended in a world of grey. Then, with a nudge from the wind, we begin to fall.
By Muhammad Rahim 6 months ago in Earth
