Nauman Khan
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How a Poor Village Boy Built the Honda Empire
In the quiet countryside of Japan in 1906, a boy named Soichiro Honda was born into poverty. His father was a blacksmith who also fixed bicycles for the villagers. Their home was small, life was tough, and money was scarce. But inside that boy’s heart was something bigger than his circumstances—a curiosity for machines and a dream he couldn’t shake.
By Nauman Khan8 months ago in Motivation
The Moment I Took My Life Back
I didn’t plan to change my life that night. In fact, I hadn’t planned anything in weeks — maybe months. I was floating, existing in a numb kind of way, getting through days by going through motions. Wake up. Pretend. Sleep. Repeat.
By Nauman Khan8 months ago in Motivation
The Game of Fate
The rain tapped steadily against the cracked windowpane as Arjun stared into the dark city below. The neon lights flickered, casting restless shadows across his apartment — a reflection of the turmoil inside him. Fate had always seemed like a distant concept, something spoken about in hushed tones or poetry. But tonight, it felt real. Tangible. A game he never signed up to play but was trapped in nonetheless.
By Nauman Khan8 months ago in Fiction
Letters from the Lighthouse
A Story of Love, Distance, and the Light That Never Went Out The lighthouse stood on the edge of a quiet cliff in a coastal village rarely marked on maps. Weathered by wind and salt, it blinked its golden eye across the sea, steady and silent. Some said it was no longer needed — that ships now found their way with satellites and signals — but Eli kept it running anyway.
By Nauman Khan8 months ago in Marriage
The Voice in Apartment 413
After her divorce, Alina needed to disappear. She didn’t want sympathy, advice, or the pitying glances from coworkers. So she quit her job, sold the house, and moved to a different state. She didn’t tell anyone—just packed up and drove until the city skyline turned to trees and silence.
By Nauman Khan8 months ago in Horror
Need Is the Mother of Invention
In the quiet village of Nabuko, where the sun painted the earth in golden hues each morning and faded into darkness by early evening, lived a girl named Afiya. She was 12 years old and known for two things: her insatiable curiosity and her endless questions. Her teachers at school said she had the kind of mind that could “see problems before others even noticed them.”
By Nauman Khan8 months ago in Motivation
The Voice at 12:00 AM
I first heard her at 12:07 a.m. Not on Spotify. Not on the radio. Not from any known frequency. I was scanning through my father’s old analog radio—one of those antique ones with a dial that hummed and crackled—and landed on a whisper so delicate it barely stirred the static.
By Nauman Khan8 months ago in Fiction
I Found a Phone in the Woods. I Shouldn't Have Opened It.
I had no business being in the woods that day. No real reason to walk so far off the beaten trail. I was there to clear my head, to escape the mess of my life back home. My job was killing me, my relationship was falling apart, and the deep silence of the forest was all I had left to ground me.
By Nauman Khan8 months ago in Horror
