Najeeb Scholer
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The Boy with a Blanket
In a forgotten corner of the city, where the lights rarely reached and laughter was a memory, lived a young boy named Imran. He was only eight years old but had already known the kind of hardship most couldn’t imagine. Orphaned after a fire took his family and their small apartment, Imran now roamed the streets alone, surviving on scraps, sleeping under staircases, and clinging to one thing—the only possession he had left—a worn-out woolen blanket.
By Najeeb Scholer5 months ago in Humans
Hands That Heal
In the heart of a bustling city stood Saint Mercy Hospital, a place where miracles were expected and life was measured in charts and reports. Among the many doctors who worked there, Dr. Ayaan Malik was known as one of the finest surgeons in the entire district. His hands were precise, steady, and brilliant—able to repair hearts and lungs, to extend life when death hovered close.
By Najeeb Scholer5 months ago in Humans
The Warmth of a Stranger
The wind howled through the city streets like a wild animal, biting at exposed skin and stinging the eyes of anyone who dared to be outside. It was the coldest night of the year. People rushed to their homes, bundled in scarves and thick coats, eager to escape the frost. But not everyone had a door to close behind them.
By Najeeb Scholer5 months ago in Humans
The Last Loaf
In a small, war-torn village nestled between crumbling hills and whispering trees, hunger was no longer a stranger—it was a constant companion. The villagers had grown used to empty cupboards and silent kitchens. Fields once golden with wheat now lay barren, and even the birds had forgotten their songs.
By Najeeb Scholer5 months ago in Humans
The Light in Her Eyes. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
In a quiet mountain village nestled between green hills and whispering trees, lived an old woman named Amma Noor. She was known for her gentle smile, warm hands, and a heart as wide as the sky. Though her house was modest and her belongings few, Amma Noor was rich in love and compassion — and everyone in the village knew it.
By Najeeb Scholer5 months ago in Humans
"The Love That Remained". Content Warning. AI-Generated.
When the world moved on, Clara Bennett stayed behind. Not in a physical sense—she still lived in her tiny seaside home, still swept her front porch every morning, still made tea at precisely four o'clock. But inside, her heart remained anchored to a time that no longer existed. A time when laughter echoed in the halls and the smell of pine and old books filled the rooms. A time when her husband, Thomas, sat across from her each evening, reading aloud from the newspaper with his gentle baritone.
By Najeeb Scholer5 months ago in Humans
"The Road to Forever". Content Warning. AI-Generated.
There are some roads that lead nowhere. And then there are roads that lead you home. For Noah Hale and Mira Jensen, the road to forever began with an argument, a flat tire, and a storm that stranded them miles away from everything they thought they knew.
By Najeeb Scholer5 months ago in Humans
"The Dance of Love". Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The first time Ava saw Marco, he was dancing—alone—beneath the grand chandeliers of the abandoned old theater on Elm Street. Dust floated in the sunlight like falling stars, and he moved through it with a kind of grace that made time pause.
By Najeeb Scholer5 months ago in Humans
"The Love Letter". Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The old house on Mulberry Lane had stood abandoned for nearly two decades, wrapped in ivy and whispers. Its shutters hung loose, paint flaked like peeling memories, and the gate creaked like a forgotten melody. Most people passed it without a glance—except for Clara Evans, a quiet archivist with a love for old things and even older stories.
By Najeeb Scholer5 months ago in Humans
