Saqib Ullah

Joined September 2025

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The Whisper of Mint
In the quiet corners of a small countryside village, there was a tiny garden that seemed ordinary to most, but to those who truly noticed, it was extraordinary. The garden was filled with rows of vibrant mint plants, their leaves glistening under the morning sun, releasing a refreshing aroma that could calm even the busiest mind.
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Storyteller
In every bustling street, crowded wedding hall, or quiet sunset field, there stands a figure many overlook—the photographer.
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Photography
Laugh Out Loud: A Collection of Funny Quotes
Introduction: The Power of Humor Life can be heavy, stressful, and full of challenges, but humor has always been the easiest medicine.
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Humor
Books are heaven
Introduction – A Life Shaped by Pages From the earliest days of my childhood, books were more than objects with paper and ink.
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Writers
The Road Not Taken
In the quiet dawn of my soul, two paths stretched like silver rivers, both glistening in the uncertain light of tomorrow,
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Poets
Silent Wounds of Balochistan
Balochistan, the largest province of Pakistan, stretches across rugged mountains, deserts, and an endless horizon of untapped potential. Beneath its soil lies wealth in natural gas, coal, and minerals. Yet, despite its riches, its people live in poverty, alienation, and fear. For decades, Balochistan has remained a land of contradictions—rich in resources but poor in justice, abundant in heritage but deprived of recognition.
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in History
The Silent Power of Beauty
Beauty is not in the loud laughter of the world, Nor in the glittering halls where eyes often wander, It whispers softly, in the quiet corners,
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Poets
The Skylark
In the hush of dawn, when the fields are silvered with dew, A song breaks free, piercing the quiet sky, The skylark rises, wings trembling with light,
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Poets
My Life in 100 Objects
Life is not only measured in years or milestones—it’s also contained in the quiet weight of the objects we carry, keep, and sometimes lose. If I could tell the story of my life through one hundred objects, it would look something like this:
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Writers
The Moon Remembers My Name
The night unfolds like a quiet book, Each star a word, Each cloud a page turned by the wind. And at the center of it all,
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Poets
When Hope Becomes Ash
The First Spark Hope often begins quietly, like a fragile flame in the dark. For Daniel, a man in his mid-forties, hope had been his compass through years of hardship.
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Writers
Whispers of the Soul
In the quiet of the morning, before the world stirs awake, there is a voice, soft as mist, calling from the depth within.
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Poets