NAYEM

Joined April 2025

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Hi, I’m a storyteller of soft heartbreaks and quiet goodbyes.

Grab a coffee, stay a while, and maybe find a piece of your own story in mine.

🕊️ Writing from the heart. One ache at a time.

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Life Is Beautiful: Finding Magic in the Moments We Overlook
We live in a world that moves fast — too fast. Between deadlines, responsibilities, and an endless scroll of digital noise, it's easy to forget that life is, in fact, beautiful. Not in the filtered, picture-perfect manner of Instagram. However, in a manner that is quiet, subtle, and fleeting—not shouting. If we pause, even briefly, we’ll find that beauty lives in the most ordinary moments.
By NAYEM9 months ago in Motivation
When Love Didn’t Need Eyes to See
He never came to me. Not metaphorically — literally. Behind the glow of usernames and profile bios on a dating app that promised "deep connections without the pressure of appearances," we had our first conversation. Skeptical? Definitely. But curious? Even more so.
By NAYEM9 months ago in History
The Mirror Knew Her Name
Elias never believed that things could be haunted. He had moved into the old townhouse on Wren Street because it was cheap, quiet, and came furnished. Silence seemed to be peace after a messy breakup and a job he couldn't stand. The first few nights were uneventful, except for the occasional creak of old pipes or floorboards. The house had a faint cedar and dust odor. It had been occupied, but not recently. There was only one thing the previous owner had left behind.
By NAYEM9 months ago in Writers
"The Last Cup of Coffee"
Even though it had been five years since I had entered Café Aria before, the smell had not changed. Roasted beans. Burnt toast. a faint cinnamon aroma. It had a Sunday scent. It smelled like you.
By NAYEM9 months ago in Writers

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Life Is Beautiful: Finding Magic in the Moments We Overlook

When Love Didn’t Need Eyes to See

The Mirror Knew Her Name

"The Last Cup of Coffee"

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