Najeeb Scholer
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"Broken Chains"
In the small town of Jharwala, hidden behind old walls and rusted gates, lived a girl named Noor. She was seventeen and known for her silence. While others laughed and played in the dusty streets, Noor stayed close to the shadows—watching, waiting, surviving.
By Najeeb Scholer5 months ago in Art
"The Last Candle in the Dark"
The war had turned the city into a shell of ash and echoes. Once a vibrant place where birds sang at dawn and shopkeepers laughed in the alleys, the city now lay under a gray sky, muted and broken. Smoke curled from buildings with no roofs. Schools were abandoned, markets empty, homes shattered. The world had gone quiet—not the peaceful kind of quiet, but the kind that hums with loss.
By Najeeb Scholer5 months ago in Art
"The Weight of Water"
In a drought-stricken village on the edge of the Thar Desert, where the earth was cracked like old pottery and the sun burned without mercy, a twelve-year-old girl named Meera walked the same path every morning. Her day began long before the sky turned gold. With a tin bucket balanced on her head and cracked slippers on her feet, she began the three-kilometer trek to the nearest well.
By Najeeb Scholer5 months ago in Art
"Beneath the Same Sky"
In a quiet village nestled in the valleys of northern Pakistan, a young boy named Ayaan often lay on the rooftop of his mud-brick house, staring at the endless sky. His eyes sparkled with dreams far bigger than the mountains surrounding his world. Every night, he would whisper his hopes to the stars, believing they could carry them beyond the horizon.
By Najeeb Scholer5 months ago in Lifehack
"How to Become Happy: The Journey That Changed Everything"
Maya had always believed that happiness was something far away — a treasure hidden behind success, money, or perfect circumstances. Growing up, she watched others chase after dreams, hoping that one day they’d finally “feel happy.” But for Maya, no matter how much she achieved or how many things she checked off her list, happiness seemed to slip through her fingers like grains of sand.
By Najeeb Scholer5 months ago in Lifehack
The Gift of Listening
In the heart of a lively town, where the chatter of busy streets blended into a steady hum, there was a small workshop tucked between a bakery and a flower shop. It belonged to Mr. Harris, the town’s handyman. With hands weathered by years of fixing things, Mr. Harris was known for his skill, but more than that, he was known for something rare—a remarkable gift for truly listening.
By Najeeb Scholer5 months ago in Humans
Beyond the Fence
In a quiet suburban neighborhood filled with maple trees, freshly mown lawns, and the soft hum of daily life, there stood a tall wooden fence that divided two houses. It was a solid barrier—well-worn but sturdy—marking the boundary between two yards, two families, and until recently, two lonely children.
By Najeeb Scholer5 months ago in Humans
The Kindness Café
In the heart of a bustling city, where the noise of traffic mixed with the chatter of hurried footsteps, there was a small sanctuary known as The Kindness Café. Nestled between tall glass buildings and busy streets, the café was a modest, warm place with wooden tables, soft lighting, and the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee that wrapped around every visitor like a comforting hug.
By Najeeb Scholer5 months ago in Humans
