Nadeem Shah
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Storyteller of real emotions. I write about love, heartbreak, healing, and everything in between. My words come from lived moments and quiet reflections. Welcome to the world behind my smile — where every line holds a truth.
— Nadeem Shah
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The Letter I Was Never Meant to Read
It was a quiet evening when I stumbled upon the letter. The house was unusually still, the kind of silence that presses on your chest and makes you feel like something is about to change. I hadn’t been looking for secrets; I was simply searching for an old notebook in the wooden chest my mother kept locked in her room. But fate has a strange way of revealing truths when we least expect them.
By Nadeem Shah 4 months ago in Fiction
Under the Crimson Sky
The crimson sky stretched endlessly above, its fiery glow spilling across the horizon like blood on sand. For most villagers, it was just another sunset, another day slowly slipping into the night. But for Ayaan, the sight of that sky was both a curse and a reminder—a curse of the past he could never completely bury, and a reminder of the fight he could no longer run away from.
By Nadeem Shah 4 months ago in Fiction
War Is Not the Solution to Every Problem
History is filled with stories of kingdoms rising and falling, of nations clashing over borders, power, and pride. And yet, despite centuries of bloodshed, one truth remains unchanged: war has never been the ultimate solution to humanity’s problems. It has redrawn maps, shifted power, and rewritten history books, but it has never healed hearts or built lasting peace.
By Nadeem Shah 4 months ago in Humans
Between the Lines of Rain —
Rain has always carried a language of its own. For some, it is music, a lullaby for weary souls. For others, it is grief, the sky weeping when words are too heavy to speak. For me, rain has always been a mirror—reflecting not only the world outside but also the storms within.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Poets
The Language of Falling Leaves
Introduction: When the Trees Begin to Speak Every autumn, when the air turns crisp and the trees begin to shed their leaves, the world transforms into a living poem. Golden, crimson, and amber leaves dance through the air before resting gently on the ground. To many, it’s just a seasonal shift. But if you listen closely, you’ll hear something deeper — the language of falling leaves.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Poets
Echoes of a Silent Heart
Introduction: The Sound of What We Never Say Silence has its own language. It lingers in the spaces between words, in the pauses where our hearts ache but our voices fail. A silent heart does not mean an empty one—it means a heart that carries longing so heavy it cannot always be spoken aloud.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Poets
The Time I Tried to Adult and Failed Miserably
Introduction: The Myth of Adulthood When I was younger, I thought adulthood meant having life figured out — a steady job, a clean apartment, bills paid on time, and the mysterious ability to cook meals without burning them. What I didn’t realize was that adulthood is basically googling “how to fix this” every other day while pretending you’re in control.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Humor
My Epic Fail at Yoga Class
Introduction: The Myth of My Flexibility I had always believed yoga was simple. Peaceful breathing, soft music, a few stretches — how hard could it be? Friends swore it changed their lives, improved their posture, and helped them “find inner balance.” I wanted all that. What I didn’t expect was to find myself becoming the accidental comedy act of the entire class.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Humor
How I Accidentally Became the Office Meme
Introduction: The Day My Dignity Took a Coffee Break They say every office has “that person” — the one who becomes the story everyone retells at lunch. I never thought I’d be that person. I liked blending in, keeping my head down, and letting others be the subject of harmless gossip. But fate had other plans, and it all began with a single, innocent cup of coffee…
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Humor
Who Supports the Support System?
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been the one people turn to. The listener. The problem-solver. The “strong” one. At first, it felt good. There’s a kind of pride that comes with being dependable—the person who can carry other people’s pain without flinching. Friends called me their “rock.” Family relied on me to keep things together. At work, I was the one who could handle the pressure without breaking.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Psyche
Who Supports the Support System?
I used to think being strong was a compliment. People said it to me all the time—“You’re so strong,” “I don’t know how you do it,” “I wish I could handle things the way you do.” I would smile, nod, and carry on, as though those words were a medal of honor. But no one ever asked what it cost me to be that strong.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Psyche
