Samiullah

Joined August 2025

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The Gift of Struggle
The Beginning of Challenges Life never promised to be easy. For many, the path is filled with hurdles that test strength, patience, and faith. Arman, a young boy from a small village, knew this truth from the very start. Born into a poor family, he had to balance school with work in the fields. While other children ran home to play, Arman carried water, chopped wood, or helped his father earn a few extra rupees.
By Samiullah4 months ago in Motivation
My Wedding
By Samiullah The morning of my wedding felt unlike any other. The world outside seemed ordinary—sunlight spilling over rooftops, birds singing their usual melodies—but inside my heart, nothing felt the same. I had dreamt about this day for months, imagined every detail, and yet, when it finally arrived, it felt surreal, almost like walking into a story where I was both the narrator and the character.
By Samiullah4 months ago in Confessions
Last Day of the College
By Samiullah The morning of the last day of college carried a strange stillness in the air. For four years, life had revolved around the same routines—waking up early, rushing to lectures, sharing tea with friends in the cafeteria, and planning futures that seemed distant. But today was different. Today, the future had arrived, and the present was slipping into memory.
By Samiullah5 months ago in Confessions
On the Way to College
Samiullah tightened the strap of his bag and stepped out of his home just like any other morning. The sun was gentle, the streets alive with rickshaws and bicycles, the voices of shopkeepers calling out as usual. To him, the road to college was always the same—familiar turns, same old tea stalls, and the same faces rushing by.
By Samiullah5 months ago in Fiction
The Empty Plate
The Hassan family had always gathered every Friday evening for dinner. It was a tradition passed down for generations — a time to share food, stories, and laughter. On one such evening, Aamir Hassan, the father, brought down an old ceramic plate from the attic. It was cracked faintly along the rim, painted with faded blue patterns that looked ancient.
By Samiullah5 months ago in Fiction
The Doll That Waited
By Samiullah --- The Attic Discovery Eight-year-old Amara lived in an old countryside house with her parents. The house had been passed down for generations, filled with creaky wooden floors, whispering walls, and an attic no one visited. One rainy afternoon, when boredom clawed at her, Amara decided to explore the attic.
By Samiullah5 months ago in Horror
The Power of One Small Step
Ali was not extraordinary. He didn’t have a rich family, a powerful degree, or even special skills. What he did have was a feeling of being stuck. Every morning he woke up with heavy thoughts — “Nothing is changing. I am still the same person, still in the same small room, still without progress.”
By Samiullah5 months ago in Motivation
The Broken Mirror
The mirror hung in the hallway like it had always been there, tall and imposing, reflecting the narrow strip of the old house with unnerving precision. Its frame was carved with delicate patterns, curling like the tendrils of a long-forgotten dream. I had always been told it was special, that it had a story, but I never believed in such things.
By Samiullah5 months ago in Horror
The Friendly Wife Who Never Slept
Arman always believed he was the luckiest man alive. His wife, Samira, was the kind of woman everyone admired. She had a smile for the neighbors, food ready for the children, and warm words even for strangers who wandered too close to their doorstep. People often whispered that Samira was too kind — the kind of kindness that seemed almost unnatural.
By Samiullah5 months ago in Horror
Behind Her Smile: The Untold Story of a 25-Year-Old Woman
Amara was 25, and to the world, she was radiant. Friends described her as “the girl with the brightest smile.” Colleagues admired her calm presence in the office. Strangers, passing her in the marketplace, noticed the glow on her face and assumed she lived an effortless, happy life.
By Samiullah5 months ago in Humans
The Last Letter from Mother
Daniel had avoided opening the old wooden chest in his mother’s room for nearly a year. It wasn’t that the chest frightened him — it was what it held. Memories. Echoes. Shadows of her voice and presence. Since her passing, he’d kept her room the same: curtains half-drawn, the perfume bottle still resting on the dresser, and her books neatly stacked in the corner. Stepping into that room was like stepping into a time capsule, and Daniel wasn’t ready to face it.
By Samiullah5 months ago in Families
The House That Answers Back
Elias had lived in the house for only three weeks when the whispers began. At first, he thought it was the wind, sliding between the old shutters, or perhaps mice nesting in the walls. The house was ancient — its wooden bones creaked even when the air was still, and the floorboards complained beneath his feet. But these sounds were different. They were softer, closer, and they formed words.
By Samiullah5 months ago in Horror