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The Cartographer of Selves
Dr. Elias Thorne, a meticulous and soft-spoken psychotherapist, had a unique practice. He specialized not in resolving grand traumas, but in the subtle, creeping crises of identity. His clients weren't overtly broken; they were… unraveling. People who felt a profound disconnect from their past, a sense that the person they were yesterday was a stranger today.
By noor ul amin6 months ago in Humans
The Mapmaker's Daughter and the Shifting Sands
Elara lived in the shadow of her mother's maps. Not literal shadows, but the metaphorical ones cast by a legacy of precision, exploration, and unwavering clarity. Her mother, Lysandra, was the most renowned cartographer in the City of Whispering Spires, able to chart the most treacherous mountain passes and the most convoluted river deltas with an almost mystical accuracy. Elara, however, felt her own inner landscape was a tangled, uncharted wilderness.
By noor ul amin6 months ago in Humans
Unseen Power of Small Habits: How Tiny Shifts Can Create Massive Life Changes
We've all heard the grand pronouncements: "Change your life in 30 days!" or "Revolutionize your routine!" But for many, the sheer scale of such declarations feels overwhelming, leading to paralysis rather than progress. What if the secret to monumental transformation wasn't a seismic shift, but a series of almost imperceptible nudges? What if the true power lay in the unseen, unsung glory of **small habits?**
By noor ul amin6 months ago in Journal
The Unwritten Rules of Love
The coffee shop hummed with the usual morning symphony: the hiss of the espresso machine, the clatter of ceramic, and the low murmur of conversations. Amelia, a connoisseur of quiet corners and strong lattes, nursed her drink and stared out at the rain-slicked street. She was a self-proclaimed expert on the "Rules of Love," a set of unspoken guidelines she’d meticulously crafted over years of observation, failed relationships, and a healthy dose of romantic comedies.
By noor ul amin6 months ago in Fiction
The Echo in the Attic: A Secret from a Forgotten Life
The old house wasn’t haunted, at least not in the creaking-doors-and-ghostly-apparitions sense. Its haunting was subtler, a pervasive scent of aged paper and something faintly floral, like long-dried potpourri. I’d inherited it from my Great-Aunt Beatrice, a woman I’d only met twice, both times at family funerals where she’d worn sensible shoes and an air of quiet disapproval. Now, here I was, elbow-deep in her dust-shrouded legacy, trying to decide what to keep and what to toss.
By noor ul amin6 months ago in Humans
The Unexpected Wisdom of Laughter
Laughter, that spontaneous burst of joy, often seems like a simple, delightful reaction. We laugh when we're amused, when something is silly, or when we share a moment of mirth with others. But beneath the surface of this seemingly simple act lies a profound and unexpected well of wisdom. Laughter isn't just a fleeting emotion; it's a powerful tool for understanding ourselves, connecting with others, and navigating the complexities of life.
By noor ul amin6 months ago in Humor
How I earned 200$ in a weekend by writing articles
The humid Peshawar air clung to me like a second skin as I stared at the blinking cursor on my laptop screen. It was Friday afternoon, and my bank account balance was a bleak echo of my ambitions. Two hundred dollars. That was the magic number I needed to cover my share of the upcoming trip to Islamabad with my university friends. A weekend job seemed like the only viable option, and my writing skills, honed through countless essays and a few amateur blog posts, felt like my strongest suit.
By noor ul amin6 months ago in Humans
WHAT MADE ME RICH
The scent of stale coffee and desperation clung to my threadbare suit like a second skin. That particular Tuesday, the rain outside hammered against the grimy window of my rented office, mirroring the relentless drumming in my skull. I was 32, a year past the “promising young entrepreneur” phase and well into the “about to lose everything” stage. My latest venture, a convoluted online platform for bespoke artisanal dog collars, was circling the drain faster than a terrier chasing its tail. I was, by all accounts, broke, broken, and dangerously close to losing the last sliver of hope.
By noor ul amin6 months ago in Humans
THE CRUEL DIVORCE
The mahogany desk, usually a symbol of his unwavering control, felt like a small, isolated island in the vast ocean of Alexander Sterling’s despair. Outside his panoramic office window, the Manhattan skyline shimmered with the indifferent brilliance of a million distant stars, each one a reminder of the life he was steadily losing.
By noor ul amin6 months ago in Humans
The Obsidian Bloom
The year is 2342, and the great cities of Earth are no more, swallowed by the rising oceans centuries ago. Humanity now thrives in sprawling, self-sustaining habitats that float like iridescent jellyfish across the vast, calm expanse of the Panthalassan Sea. Lyra, a bio-engineer whose hands were as accustomed to the microscopic world of cellular regeneration as they were to the weathered controls of her personal submersible, was a creature of the deep. Her world was a kaleidoscope of bioluminescence and the silent hum of life support systems.
By noor ul amin6 months ago in Humans
THE GIRL IN APARTMENT 4B
The building was a monolith of faded brick and chipped paint, a testament to decades of city grime and countless transient lives. Ten stories high, it loomed over the street like a tired giant, its windows, a hundred vacant eyes, reflecting the indifferent sky. Leo, the new superintendent, knew every crack in its crumbling facade, every loose floorboard, every groan of its ancient pipes. But of all its secrets, the most intriguing was the girl in Apartment 4B.
By noor ul amin6 months ago in Humans
