Muhammad Wisal
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The Clock Inside the Mirror
Chapter 1: The Heirloom When Elise's grandmother passed away, she left behind only two things in her will: a gilded full-length mirror and an old grandfather clock — both fused into a single, eerie relic standing nearly eight feet tall.
By Muhammad Wisal6 months ago in Horror
Earn $1000 in One Week – No Experience Needed!
The Real-Life Story of Ayaan – From Jobless to $1000 in 7 Days Ayaan was a 24-year-old recent graduate living in Karachi, Pakistan. He had no job, no income, and no special skill. His family relied on him, but with rising inflation and job scarcity, things were getting worse each day. One night, while scrolling endlessly through YouTube, he saw a video that changed everything. The title was bold: “How to Earn $1000 in a Week – No Experience Needed!” Skeptical but desperate, he clicked.
By Muhammad Wisal6 months ago in Journal
Laced for Glory: How a Pair of Cleats Changed My Game — and My Life
There was a time when football was just a distraction — a game I played barefoot on a dry, cracked patch of ground near my home. We didn’t have goalposts or real boundaries. Plastic bottles marked the goals, and the field itself was more dust than grass. We played with a half-inflated ball and more heart than skill.
By Muhammad Wisal6 months ago in Cleats
What My Children Are Learning from Bedtime Stories
Every evening, after the last toy is put away and teeth are brushed, I settle into the creaky rocking chair beside my children’s bed. The room smells faintly of lavender and old paper, and the only sound is the soft rustling of sheets as my son and daughter huddle beneath their blanket. It’s bedtime, and as always, they wait with wide eyes and sleepy smiles for the story.
By Muhammad Wisal6 months ago in Families
Vows Between Heartbeats
The storm arrived just past midnight. Rain tapped against the windows like impatient fingers. Thunder rolled through the sky, loud enough to rattle picture frames. But inside the small house on Maple Street, it was warm, soft-lit, and silent—except for the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor beside the bed.
By Muhammad Wisal6 months ago in Fiction
Spend Time Like This
The first time Daniel’s phone died mid-call, he didn’t panic. He was hiking alone in the Blue Ridge Mountains—something his therapist had nudged him toward after months of burnout. No emails, no meetings, no Slack messages blinking like tiny red sirens. Just trees, wind, and silence.
By Muhammad Wisal6 months ago in Motivation
Love Is Not a Feeling
When Maya met Aarav, it felt like the world had finally shifted into place. The first glance, the first smile — it was effortless, light, intoxicating. She’d heard people talk about “love at first sight” and wondered if it was just a myth, a romantic exaggeration. But now, with Aarav, it seemed real. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, the ease of their conversations, the shared silences that felt comfortable rather than awkward — it was a feeling unlike any she’d experienced.
By Muhammad Wisal6 months ago in Psyche
"I Didn't Know These Common Habits Were Signs of Mental Health Issues"
We often think of mental health struggles as loud, visible, and dramatic. We imagine people curled in bed for days, breaking down in tears, or isolating themselves entirely from the world. And yes, sometimes it does look like that. But more often than not, mental health issues wear a disguise. They slip quietly into our daily routines, masquerading as harmless habits or personality quirks.
By Muhammad Wisal6 months ago in Confessions
I’m Just Tired, That’s All
There are days when I wake up and feel like the weight of the world has already taken its seat on my chest before I’ve even opened my eyes. Days when the air feels heavy, my body feels slower, and my heart seems to whisper, "Not today."
By Muhammad Wisal6 months ago in Humans
Learning to Sit with My Loneliness
There was a time I used to fill every silence with noise. Music, chatter, background TV shows — anything to drown out the stillness. I told myself I hated quiet because it was boring, but the truth was more fragile: I was afraid of being alone.
By Muhammad Wisal6 months ago in Motivation
Rising Through the Storm: How I Turned Struggles into Strength
The first time I stepped onto American soil, I carried nothing but a worn-out suitcase, a heart full of hope, and a mind spinning with fear. The airport buzzed with strangers, languages I couldn’t follow, and signs I could barely read. But I kept walking. Because behind me was a life I’d outgrown—and ahead was a dream I was determined to build.
By Muhammad Wisal6 months ago in Motivation
