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 Childhood Game That Secretly Taught Me Everything About Adult Life
The worn, slightly faded board lay on the shag carpet, a battlefield of primary colors and tiny plastic houses. The familiar rattle of the dice echoed through the living room, a sound that, even now, transports me back to Saturday afternoons sticky with juice box residue and the fierce determination of an eight-year-old. The game was **Monopoly**, and unbeknownst to my youthful self, it was preparing me for adulthood in ways no school lesson ever could.
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Journal
Mouths Full of Rain
I didn't mean to create a frog cult. I named the first one Cletus, after a guy my dad used to buy pills from. It felt right. Greasy name. Like something that would survive the apocalypse by crawling into the crawlspace and licking the mold off the copper pipes.
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Fiction
The "What If" Lives of Jeanie the Dreamer
'Let’s have no two ways about it. Jeanie really could be a twat.' El leaned over the lectern and looked the front row of mourners straight in the eyes. She had one elbow on the celebrant’s notes, and for all the world looked like she was ordering a pint of Bishop’s Finger down at her local in Dalston.
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Fiction
The Night We Killed Kyle: A Middle School Breakup Gone Hilariously Rogue
Kyle had a few good days before we found out he was a no-good, lying, cheating, sack of you-know-what. “Twelve days,” Mei cried, sprawled on my bedroom carpet like a collapsed Jenga tower. “Right before our two-week anniversary.”
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Fiction
Ten Years to Damnation
It had been exactly ten years since I made the deal that changed everything. Back then, I was a man gasping for air in a life that felt like drowning. Debt was crushing me like an anvil on a drowning man’s chest, my career was a cracked shell of ambition, and every night I stared into the dark, wondering how much longer I could fake being alive.
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Horror
Why I Stopped Comparing Myself to Others
For the longest time, I lived trapped in a cycle of comparison. It was like a shadow that followed me everywhere—whether scrolling through social media, chatting with friends, or just watching strangers on the street. I’d catch myself measuring my worth by other people’s accomplishments, appearance, or lifestyle. And almost always, I came up short.
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Humans
Why I Stopped Chasing People Who Didn’t Care: The Peace I Found in Letting Go
For years, I was running after people who didn’t care. Not literally chasing them down the street, but emotionally—constantly reaching out, seeking their approval, craving their attention, and hoping for something that never came.
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Humans
The Morning My Life Fell Apart—And Why I’m Grateful
It was a quiet Tuesday morning. The kind of morning where everything feels painfully ordinary. The sun peeked through my bedroom curtains, the kettle was whistling in the kitchen, and my phone buzzed just as I sat down with a cup of chai.
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Journal
Coming Out of the Attic: How My Grandparent's Secret Love Letters Changed My Queer Journey
The letter smelled of cedar and secrets. Standing in the dim light of Grandma Eleanor's attic, I held the brittle paper between trembling fingers, dust motes dancing around me like witnesses to an accidental intrusion. I hadn't meant to find it—hadn't meant to find any of them. Mom had simply asked me to clear out some old boxes before the estate sale next month.
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Families
