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Beneath the Old Oak Tree
The farmhouse smelled the same. Dust, wood, and faint traces of the lavender soap our mother used to keep by the sink. It had been five years since I last walked through the creaky front door, and even then, it was only for the funeral.
By noor ul amin4 months ago in Confessions
The Letter I Never Sent
I found it tucked between the yellowed pages of an old notebook—the letter I had written but never sent. Its paper had grown brittle with time, the ink slightly smudged from the tears I once shed over it. My handwriting was younger then, rounder and less steady.
By noor ul amin4 months ago in Confessions
The Weight of a Confession
I used to believe that silence was safer than honesty. That if I kept my truths buried, life would continue in its smooth, predictable rhythm. But what I didn’t know was that silence can be louder than words—it echoes inside you, rattling until you can’t breathe.
By noor ul amin4 months ago in Confessions
Hey, Want to Learn Python? Let’s Talk About What NOT to Do
So you’re thinking about learning Python? That’s awesome! I remember when I first started — Python seemed like this magical language that could do everything. And honestly, it kind of is. You can build websites, analyze data, create AI stuff, automate boring tasks… the list goes on.
By noor ul amin4 months ago in Futurism
The Train Ride That Changed Everything
It was a regular Tuesday morning, and I boarded the 7:15 train with the same exhaustion I carried every day. The air smelled faintly of coffee and damp jackets, people’s eyes glued to glowing phone screens, their lives locked into silence. Nothing about that morning suggested that I would walk off the train as someone different.
By noor ul amin4 months ago in Humans
From Computer Dummy to Python Person: My Messy Learning Story
So here’s the thing — I never planned to learn programming. Like, at all. I was just this regular person who got really annoyed at doing the same boring computer tasks over and over. You know that feeling when you’re renaming files for the hundredth time and thinking “there has to be a better way”? That was me, constantly.
By noor ul amin5 months ago in Futurism
Layla and Majnun: A Love That Burned Through the Desert
Prologue: The Desert Holds Their Names The desert has no memory, and yet, it remembers everything. It remembers the footprints of caravans that vanished centuries ago. It remembers the songs of poets carried away by the wind. It remembers the cries of lovers who dared to whisper their secrets into the stars.
By noor ul amin5 months ago in Humans
The Scent of Rain and Distant Melodies
Ancient-looking stone structures and vibrant foliage line the path. The man is wearing a deep red sweater and jeans, while the woman has a flowing blue skirt and a dark top. Their backs are to the viewer, emphasizing their shared journey into the heart of a place that feels both timeless and full of untold stories. Mist hangs in the air, hinting at a recent rain.
By noor ul amin5 months ago in Humans
How to Automate Boring Tasks with Python
Look, I’m going to be honest with you. I used to spend entire afternoons renaming files. Hundreds of them. One by one. Click, type, enter. Click, type, enter. My back hurt, my eyes were tired, and I felt like I was slowly losing my mind.
By noor ul amin5 months ago in Futurism
