Saqib Ullah
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The Clockmaker’s Daughter
In a small town nestled between mountains and mist, there lived a clockmaker whose shop was filled with ticking wonders. Wooden cuckoos sang on the hour, polished brass pendulums swung with hypnotic grace, and tall grandfather clocks hummed with steady patience. The air inside smelled of oil, cedar, and time itself.
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Poets
The Last Train at Midnight
The clock struck midnight, and the fog rolled in like a curtain over the sleeping town. Most people never noticed the distant hum that followed, but those who carried heavy regrets heard it — a low, mournful whistle echoing through the night air.
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Fiction
Echoes in the Forest
When Aria opened her eyes, the world around her felt both alive and utterly foreign. Dew clung to the long blades of grass, the air smelled of pine and wet soil, and above her, the canopy shimmered with early light filtering through emerald leaves.
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Fiction
Why Small Acts of Kindness Saved Me
When people talk about survival, they often imagine grand battles or heroic feats. But for me, survival came in small, quiet moments—gestures so simple they might seem forgettable. Yet, in the darkest chapter of my life, these small acts of kindness became lifelines that pulled me back to myself.
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Humans
