Saqib Ullah
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The Bracelet
The bracelet was simple—silver links, nothing too ornate—but to Maya, it shimmered with the weight of a thousand memories. She had kept it buried in a velvet pouch for nearly a decade, tucked away in the farthest corner of her dresser, hidden from sight but never from thought.
By Saqib Ullah3 months ago in Humans
The Girl Who Remembered Every Lifetime
The first time Amina opened her eyes, she was certain she had lived before. Not in the sense of déjà vu, that fleeting echo everyone experiences, but in a way that shook her to the core. She could name places she had never visited, describe the scent of flowers that did not grow in her country, and whisper languages no one had taught her.
By Saqib Ullah3 months ago in Fiction
Woman in the Eyes of Nietzsche, Socrates, Gibran, and Iqbal
The story of womanhood has always been entwined with the story of humanity itself. Through every age and every civilization, philosophers and poets have tried to capture her essence—sometimes with reverence, sometimes with skepticism, and often with deep contradictions. Among the voices that echo across time are four giants of thought: Nietzsche, Socrates, Gibran, and Iqbal. Each, in his own way, painted a portrait of woman—not merely as a figure of flesh and blood, but as a symbol of truth, love, wisdom, and sometimes, danger.
By Saqib Ullah3 months ago in Humans
The Prison
The cell was small, barely wide enough for the iron cot and the chipped wooden table that leaned against the wall. A single barred window allowed a narrow sliver of light to filter through, dust particles dancing like ghosts in the dimness. For most, this room was punishment—stone, silence, and steel. For Daniel Carter, it was something far more complicated.
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Confessions
My Mom and Her Last Words
The room was dim, the curtains half-drawn to shield the late afternoon sun. I remember the steady hum of the clock on the wall, each tick echoing louder than it should have. My mom lay in the hospital bed, her breaths uneven but steady enough to give me hope. Hope that, perhaps, she would stay just a little longer.
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Families
