Saqib Ullah

Joined September 2025

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The Solitary Reaper
Whispers of a Song Beyond the Hills Upon a golden field where silence grows, A figure bends, her scythe in gentle rows.
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Poets
What Inside Me Is Eternal
What inside me is eternal, a fire that never flickers, a river that never dries, a whisper that cannot be silenced. It begins in the quiet moments,
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Poets
Behind the Smile: My Battle with Seasonal Depression
The arrival of autumn often brings cozy sweaters, pumpkin lattes, and golden sunsets for many people. But for me, it also brings something darker—a shadow I’ve learned to recognize all too well. Seasonal Affective Disorder, or SAD, is more than just “winter blues.” It’s a recurring battle that strips away my joy and leaves me questioning why even the simplest things feel unbearably heavy.
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Psyche
The Unseen Wounds of Islamophobia
Islamophobia is often described as an external act of hate — a slur shouted on the street, a discriminatory policy, a violent attack.
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Humans
Double Exposure of the Soul
I am two images pressed into one frame, One bright with laughter, one heavy with rain. Light bends over the corners of my mind,
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Poets
The Last Dice Roll
The tavern was louder than a storm at sea— Tankards clashing, men laughing, women singing. But in the corner, at the table marked by candlelight and shadows, sat Marcus Veyne, the gambler everyone in the city feared and admired.
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Fiction
Steps Before the Dawn
In the hush of night, when the world is still, I take my steps, unmeasured, uncounted, Across the narrow bridge between shadows and light,
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Poets
Mini Nightmares
Introduction – The Ordinary Beginning Ella lived in a quiet apartment at the edge of town, where the streetlamps flickered and the night was never fully silent. She was a practical person, organized and calm, who rarely let fear rule her. But recently, something small yet persistent began to disrupt her otherwise orderly life: tiny nightmares that crept in at night, subtle at first, but growing more vivid.
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Fiction
Dreamer Liar Fighter Survivor
I was a dreamer, born with eyes that refused to see only the ground. I searched for constellations even in daylight, carving galaxies into the back of my notebooks,
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Poets
Spring Hymn
The hush of winter breaks at last, its brittle silence giving way to murmurs of awakening. Buds tremble on the edges of bare twigs,
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Poets
The S Pen Story
The Beginning: Once upon a time, pens were pens—ordinary sticks of ink, scratching letters on paper. They carried the weight of promises, love letters, forgotten notes, and academic stress.
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Fiction
The Golden Hour
The golden hour arrives softly, like a secret whispered across the horizon, a tender pause between day and night, where shadows stretch but do not frighten.
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Poets