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I'm San i am content, articles and stories writer and i am also expert in writing history.
I was nine years old the summer I learned what bravery really meant. Back then, bravery was a word I only heard in comic books or action movies. Heroes wore capes. Soldiers marched into war. Bravery wasn’t for kids like me skinny, timid, the kind of child who clung to his mother’s hand too long in crowded places.
By SAN4 months ago in Writers
He never told me he loved me. Not once. Not when I was a child falling off a bike. Not when I got straight A's in school. Not even when I stood awkwardly in my cap and gown, searching the crowd for a sign he was proud of me.
By SAN7 months ago in Families
The morning was ordinary. That’s what still haunts me. My younger brother, Saad, was arguing about the last slice of toast — nothing dramatic, just the usual sibling squabble. I was running late for school, stuffing my books into my backpack with one hand and scrolling through my phone with the other. My father sat at the kitchen table, sipping his chai in silence, while my mother moved from stove to sink like clockwork.
