Noman Afridi
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I’m Noman Afridi — welcome, all friends! I write horror & thought-provoking stories: mysteries of the unseen, real reflections, and emotional truths. With sincerity in every word. InshaAllah.
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The Hand That Reached From the Grave
The Hand That Reached From the Grave In a quiet village nestled among Pakistan’s ancient hills, there lived an old man named Saeen Murad. Known for his silence and strength, he worked as a grave digger at the local cemetery. For years, he had dug hundreds of graves — without fear, without question.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
Jinn Behind Bars: A Prison Guard’s Story of the Unseen Inmates
Jinn Behind Bars: A Prison Guard’s Story of the Unseen Inmates My name is Umar Farooq. I’ve served as a prison officer in three different facilities across Pakistan. I’ve seen drug lords cry, murderers plead, and innocent men rot behind bars.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Fiction
The Jinn Tales My Grandmother Told — Truth or Just Stories?
The Jinn Tales My Grandmother Told — Truth or Just Stories? Every night after dinner, my cousins and I would gather around our Dadi Amma, her back resting against a giant pillow, her silver hair glistening under the ceiling fan.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Families
Possessed by the Phone: A Jinn Inside the Device
Possessed by the Phone: A Jinn Inside the Device I had just moved to a new city for university. Money was tight, so I bought a second-hand smartphone from a quiet electronics shop tucked into a dark corner of a bazaar. The shopkeeper — an old man with unusually pale eyes — placed the device in my hands with a strange warning:
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
The Mother Who Gave Everything — and the Son Who Gave Nothing Back
The Mother Who Gave Everything — and the Son Who Gave Nothing Back Nasira was only twenty when her husband died in a road accident, leaving her alone with a one-year-old son named Haris. She had no education, no savings, and no family willing to help. But she had something stronger — a mother’s heart.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Motivation
The Silent Boy Who Never Grew Up
The Silent Boy Who Never Grew Up I had just accepted a new job as the night custodian of an old orphanage in the outskirts of Lahore. It was called Dar-ul-Zia, a crumbling colonial-era building wrapped in mist and memory. The pay wasn’t great, but I needed the peace.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
Married to a Jinn: My Daughter’s Secret Union – Truth or Delusion?
Married to a Jinn: My Daughter’s Secret Union – Truth or Delusion? It started with a whisper. Not in my ear, but in the air. Whispers that lingered long after midnight, curling like smoke under my daughter’s bedroom door.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Fiction
When I Discovered My Father’s Grave Was Empty
I was seventeen when my father died. A sudden heart attack. A closed casket. A quiet funeral on a cold November morning. They buried him in our family plot, beneath an old willow tree. I stood there, numb, watching as the earth swallowed the man I loved more than anything.
By Noman Afridi7 months ago in Horror
