Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq
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Sarmad Khan: writer, educator, expert in human connections & love dynamics. With a Psychology background, he crafts compelling blog articles & news content, drawing inspiration from travels & photography.Trusted voice in written expression.
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The Forgotten Dream
In a bustling city where ambition reigned supreme, there lived a young woman named Cara. Her days were consumed by the relentless pursuit of success, fueled by a burning desire to prove her worth to the world. Little did she know that her single-minded focus on climbing the corporate ladder had slowly eroded her once vibrant spirit, leaving her a mere shell of the dreamer she once was.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Motivation
The Tale of the Red Rose Petal
In the vibrant souk of Marrakech, where the scent of spices and tea filled the air, a young woman named Aisha waited anxiously for her lover, Khalid. The crimson hibiscus flowers adorning her dark hair seemed to match the flush on her cheeks as she peeked out from behind the intricately carved wooden shutters of her family's riad. Her heart raced with anticipation, for tonight was the night they would finally be reunited.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Emojis of Elyria
In the ravaged streets of Elyria, a metropolis once pulsing with vibrant emotions, the ruling Council of Unity had decreed that each citizen was allotted a single, sacred emoji to convey their feelings. The populace had grown numb, their faces a mask of indifference, as if the absence of emotional expression would guarantee a utopia of order and control.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Prince of Persia
In the opulent heart of ancient Persia, where towering minarets pierced the desert sky and the scent of exotic spices lingered in the air, a kingdom once thrived – a realm of untold riches and intrigue. It was here that Prince Kaveh, heir to the mighty throne, found himself caught in the treacherous web of palace politics.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
The Rise of the Crimson Bloom
In the heart of ancient Persia, where the sands whispered tales of forgotten civilizations, a kingdom thrived amidst the arid expanse. Here, beneath the scorching sun and the endless stretch of dunes, a saga of love, betrayal, and mystical reckoning unfolded.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
The Last Grain of Elyria
In the vast expanse of the Elyrian Desert, where the sun dipped into the horizon and painted the sky with hues of crimson and gold, there existed a peculiar grain of sand. This was no ordinary grain, for it held the secrets of the ancient world within its infinitesimal structure. The grain, known as Zephyr, was said to possess the essence of the desert itself – its whispers carried the stories of forgotten civilizations, its texture reflected the shifting sands and its core pulsed with the rhythm of the desert's heartbeat.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
The Sands of Eternity
In the heart of the Sahara Desert, where the dunes stretched as far as the eye could see, there lived a nomadic tribe unlike any other. These were the Guardians of the Sands, a people whose very existence was intertwined with the desert's secrets, its whispers carried on the relentless winds.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Melody
In a world where time seemed to stand still, a small village nestled in the heart of the Appalachian Mountains remained untouched by the relentless march of modernity. Here, among the ancient oaks and the whispers of the wind, lived Caleb Woodson, a man whose soul was as deeply rooted in the land as the towering pines that surrounded him.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
The Storyteller's Journey
In a secluded valley, nestled between towering peaks, a tiny village thrived amidst a tapestry of wildflowers and meandering streams. Here, a young woman named Ayla found solace in the embrace of nature, her bare feet dancing upon the soft earth as if in a sacred ritual.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
The Hourglass Chronicles
In the sleepy town of Ashwood, where the mist of the Whispering Falls perpetually veiled the skies, the rhythmic ticking of the town's ancient clock tower was a constant reminder of the inevitability of time's passage. Yet, amidst the daily routine of its residents, the weight of mortality hung like an unspoken sentence, each tick a countdown to the ultimate reckoning.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
The Courage To Say What Matters
When it comes to expressing our deepest feelings, so many of us hold back. We let fear, doubt, and insecurity silence the words we long to say. Yet, in doing so, we deny ourselves the chance for emotional fulfillment and meaningful connection with those we care about most.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Motivation
