Muhammad Tayyab
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I Am Not What I Survived
I never liked mirrors. Even as a child, I’d stare into them with a strange unease, as if they knew something I didn’t. Over the years, they began to whisper louder. By the time I was twenty, the woman staring back at me was someone I barely recognized — eyes shadowed with pain, shoulders curled inward from carrying things I never asked for.
By Muhammad Tayyab6 months ago in Confessions
Loving You in Secret
They met in the quiet corner of a crowded café, where the world outside seemed to rush past like a distant storm. Amid the chatter and clinking of coffee cups, there was a stillness only they could feel — a connection woven in silence before a single word was spoken.
By Muhammad Tayyab6 months ago in Confessions
When Silence Speaks Loudest
The clock ticked softly, almost too softly for a room so still. Outside, the winter air pressed its foggy fingers against the frosted glass of the living room window. Inside, two people sat, separated by three feet of space and miles of misunderstanding.
By Muhammad Tayyab6 months ago in Confessions
