Muhammad Sabeel
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I write not for silence, but for the echo—where mystery lingers, hearts awaken, and every story dares to leave a mark
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The First Time I Felt Desired—Not Just Touched
I used to think I understood what it meant to be wanted. For years, I confused the hurried fumbling in dark corners with desire, mistook urgent hands for passionate longing. I thought attraction was measured in the speed at which clothes came off, in whispered promises that evaporated with the morning light. I was twenty-six when I finally learned the difference between being touched and being truly desired—and it changed everything I thought I knew about intimacy.
By Muhammad Sabeel7 months ago in Blush
The Day I Painted My Pain—And People Saw Themselves in It
The Canvas Was Empty—But I Was Full I didn’t intend to create anything that day. It started like most weekends: coffee, silence, and the soft shuffle of light through my living room blinds. The canvas leaned against the far wall, still wrapped in plastic, untouched for weeks. I had bought it in a moment of ambition, thinking I was ready to create again. But when you're carrying something heavy inside you, even the thought of starting can feel like a betrayal to your emotions.
By Muhammad Sabeel7 months ago in Art
Friendship Breakups Hurt More Than Romantic Ones
“We used to talk every day—now we scroll past each other like strangers.” That line hit me like a freight train one evening as I journaled through another spiral of emotions. I had just stumbled across a photo of us from five years ago—laughing, arms looped around each other, no care in the world. My chest tightened. This wasn’t an ex-lover. This wasn’t someone who ghosted me after two dates. This was my best friend. My person. The one who once knew every corner of my heart. And she was gone.
By Muhammad Sabeel7 months ago in Confessions
Boomers, Gen X, and Gen Z in One Living Room
"Is it hot in here or is it just the WiFi tension?" my cousin quipped as my family gathered around the oakwood table for what we optimistically labeled a "multi-generational game night." It was a modest attempt to bridge the growing canyon between my grandfather (a proud Boomer), my Gen X mother and uncles, and us—Gen Z kids raised on TikTok, therapy speak, and hyper-awareness.
By Muhammad Sabeel7 months ago in Families
Whispers in the Bookshop: chapter 5
The next morning, Mara brought the journal to the shop early, cradling it as if it might crumble under too much light. She had barely slept, her mind tangled in the beautiful, aching lines of her grandmother’s secret love story.
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Bookshop: chapter 6
That night, Mara couldn’t sleep. The journal lay on her nightstand, closed but humming in her mind like a song she couldn’t forget. Her grandmother’s words clung to her chest. Each entry had revealed a different shade of Evie—a woman who had hidden longing beneath wit, who had fallen deeply and quietly in love.
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Fiction
Whispers in the Bookshop: chapter 5
The next morning, Mara brought the journal to the shop early, cradling it as if it might crumble under too much light. She had barely slept, her mind tangled in the beautiful, aching lines of her grandmother’s secret love story.
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Fiction
The Trading Rule That Saved My Sanity (And My Portfolio)
When Every Candle Felt Personal In my first year of trading, every red candle felt like a personal insult. I’d enter a trade full of confidence—backed by indicators, momentum, and what I thought was a gut honed for market timing—only to watch the chart nosedive minutes later. I wasn’t trading anymore. I was gambling with emotions, chasing losses, and burning mental energy faster than my capital.
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Trader
The Myth of Overnight Success: What You Don’t See Behind the Scenes
They said I “came out of nowhere.” That my success was “sudden,” even “lucky.” But what they didn’t see was the 4 a.m. alarms, the relentless rejection emails, the savings I burned through, and the years I spent yelling into the void with no applause—just silence. If you’ve ever envied someone’s “overnight success,” let me take you behind the curtain and show you what that phrase never tells you: the failures, heartbreaks, and doubts that come before the spotlight.
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Motivation
10 Proven Ways to Make Your Articles Go Viral on Vocal Media
“Why isn’t my article getting reads?” If you’ve ever published a story on Vocal Media only to be met with silence, you’re not alone. Every day, thousands of writers submit their work hoping to strike a chord with readers, go viral, or even make money—yet only a few manage to rise above the noise. So what’s the secret?
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Futurism
Sibling Rivalry Never Ends: But Here’s How We Called a Truce
It began with a broken lamp. Not just any lamp—but the ugly one with the dragon-shaped base and faded red shade that had sat in our parents' living room for decades. I’d always hated it, but my brother, Omar, claimed it was a "family heirloom." When I accidentally knocked it over during a heated argument about our mother's medication schedule, he looked at me like I had smashed a crown jewel. That lamp became the symbol of years of unspoken resentment, blame, and rivalry.
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Families
