Muhammad Usama
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The Last Ride
It was the first snow of December when Claire rolled down the window of her blue Ford and asked, âDo you need a ride?â The man on the roadside nodded. He wore a heavy gray coat, boots worn thin, and his eyes â green, sharp, tired â seemed older than his youthful face.
By Muhammad Usama6 months ago in Fiction
The Letter She Never Opened
It had been ten years since Danielâs name last appeared in Emilyâs life. Ten years since he walked out the door with a look in his eyes that told her he had already leftâemotionally, spirituallyâlong before his footsteps echoed down the hallway.
By Muhammad Usama6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Embrace
In a quiet neighborhood where families shared smiles over fences and children played in the streets until dusk, lived a boy named Daniyal and his beloved grandfather. Their bond wasnât just of blood but of intertwined souls. While other children ran to their toys, Daniyal always ran to his grandfatherâwho sat under the old fig tree, his eyes telling stories even before his lips did.
By Muhammad Usama6 months ago in Families
Mayday Over the Mediterranean
It was supposed to be just another connecting flight. Athens to Rome. A short trip over the turquoise waves of the Mediterranean. I was returning home from a business conference in Greece, carrying nothing but a briefcase, my laptop, and a head full of deadlines.
By Muhammad Usama6 months ago in FYI
The Birthday I Never Forgot
When I turned 18, I received a gift that would become the most painful and beautiful memory of my life. Let me take you back. I was always a quiet, introverted kid. My father was the complete oppositeâloud, full of laughter, and always the center of attention. People loved him instantly. I, on the other hand, always felt invisible next to him. Not because he made me feel small, but because he was so radiant.
By Muhammad Usama6 months ago in Families
The Sky and the Fang
In the heart of a dense, untamed valley surrounded by cliffs and whispering winds, lived an eagle known as Rael. With feathers the color of burnished gold and eyes that could pierce through fog, Rael was not just any eagleâhe was the silent ruler of the skies, feared and revered by creatures across the mountains.
By Muhammad Usama6 months ago in Fiction
When the Sky Turned Orange
In the summer of 2023, residents of New York City woke up to a sight that seemed straight out of a dystopian film. The sky had turned a hazy, unnatural orange. It wasnât a cinematic filter or a social media hoax. It was realâand terrifying. The cause? Smoke drifting in from unprecedented wildfires raging in Canada.
By Muhammad Usama6 months ago in FYI
Before Itâs Too Late
Shahryar was 35 years old, working full-time at a private firm. His life followed a predictable rhythm: leaving home at 9 a.m., returning exhausted at 6 p.m., helping his children with homework, occasionally assisting his wife in the kitchen, and falling asleep watching television.
By Muhammad Usama6 months ago in Longevity
Silent Vault
Antwerp, Belgium â February 2003 The city was cold, veiled in a layer of gray fog as the streets of the diamond district prepared for another day of trade. But deep underground, beneath surveillance cameras and security doors, something unthinkable had already happened.
By Muhammad Usama6 months ago in Fiction
