Musawir Shah
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Each story by Musawir Shah blends emotion and meaning—long-lost reunions, hidden truths, or personal rediscovery. His work invites readers into worlds of love, healing, and hope—where even the smallest moments can change everything.
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The Memory Seller
The Memory Seller In the neon haze of Sector 12, memories weren’t sacred anymore. They were currency. Sixteen-year-old Kael had never considered selling one—until the clinic’s final call came in. His little sister, Aria, needed an emergency transplant. The cost? Unreachable.
By Musawir Shah6 months ago in Fiction
The First Time I Said I Love You❤️❤️❤️
The First Time I Said I Love You It happened on a day that looked like every other. The sky was a gentle gray, the kind that made the air feel heavy but comforting. We had no plans—just two friends walking side by side, pretending that the closeness didn’t mean more than it did. Or maybe only I was pretending.
By Musawir Shah6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Voice on Earth
The Last Voice on Earth It had been 47 days since the world went silent. No news broadcasts. No car horns. No footsteps on pavement. The birds had stopped singing. The wind blew without whispering. It was as if someone had placed the world under a glass dome, muting every echo of life. And yet, amidst the global silence, Amara still had her voice.
By Musawir Shah6 months ago in Fiction
The Little Light That Waited
In a forgotten corner of an old railway town, nestled between cracked sidewalks and aging lampposts, there stood a rusted traffic signal at the edge of an abandoned intersection. No cars passed through here anymore. The shops that once buzzed with life had long since boarded their windows. Grass broke through the cracks in the road. Yet, every evening, just as the sun slipped below the horizon, that old traffic light would flicker on — green, yellow, red — in perfect rhythm, casting a soft glow onto the pavement below.
By Musawir Shah6 months ago in Families
A Sweet Treat
The sun dipped low over the quiet suburban street, casting golden shadows across the sidewalks. A light breeze carried the scent of freshly cut grass, and the distant hum of life continued softly in the background. It had been one of those days where everything had gone slightly wrong—an overflowing inbox, a missed lunch, and a spilled cup of coffee. The kind of day that made you want to disappear into silence and forget the world for a little while.
By Musawir Shah6 months ago in Fiction
The Librarian’s Clock
Elias Whitlock had never planned to return to the old library. It had always felt more like a museum than a place to read—a grand, forgotten structure filled with dust, silence, and secrets. But when his grandfather, Arthur Whitlock, passed away, the town's only library and everything inside it was left to Elias. Along with it came a letter:
By Musawir Shah6 months ago in Fiction
Coffee at 3 PM
The bell above the door of Evermore Café jingled softly at exactly 3:00 PM. Claire stepped inside, brushing a strand of wind-blown hair from her cheek as the warm summer air followed behind her. The café greeted her with the comforting scent of cinnamon rolls, roasted coffee beans, and quiet jazz humming in the background. She didn’t glance around—she never did. Instead, she moved to her usual window seat beside the bookshelf, dropped her leather tote on the chair, and ordered her vanilla iced latte with almond milk. With a sigh, she opened her well-worn paperback and tried to read, but the words blurred, her eyes drifting toward the window instead.
By Musawir Shah6 months ago in Fiction
Love in 8 Messages — And One Left Unsent
1. Drafted on: January 12, 2021 — 10:02 PM Hey, Elina. I know it’s been a while. I wasn’t sure if I should even message you. But today, I walked past the bookstore where you slipped your number into the back of that Murakami novel. I still have the receipt you doodled your smiley face on. Weird, right? I stared at it for a long time. Thought about how excited I was when I found it. Thought about you. Anyway… I hope you’re good.
By Musawir Shah6 months ago in Poets
