Shah Nawaz
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Words are my canvas, ideas are my art. I curate content that aims to inform, entertain, and provoke meaningful conversations. See what unfolds.
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Beyond the Screen
The glow of Maya’s phone lit up her face in the dim café. Another scroll. Another like. Another reel playing on loop. She had planned to write, maybe sketch, maybe even finish the article due tomorrow. Instead, she was drowning in a sea of curated joy and filtered smiles.
By Shah Nawaz6 months ago in Humans
The Human Tapestry
The train was late again. Maya shifted her weight on the cold metal bench, her fingers tightening around a worn book. Around her, the crowd buzzed—earbuds in ears, scrolling thumbs, bags pressed to chests. Strangers sharing the same space, breathing the same damp city air, yet suspended in separate orbits.
By Shah Nawaz6 months ago in Humans
Unseen Connections
The bakery on Elm Street always smelled of cinnamon and forgotten dreams. For Elias, it was less a place of culinary delight and more a silent sanctuary, a pit stop on his self-imposed journey of solitude. He’d grab his usual black coffee and a plain scone, then retreat to the furthest corner booth, his nose buried in a tattered philosophy book. Today was no different, or so he thought.
By Shah Nawaz6 months ago in Humans
The Echo in the Crowd
The city always hummed, a low, persistent thrum beneath Elara’s feet. It was a sound she’d grown to associate with anonymity, a comforting blanket that allowed her to disappear. Her usual route to the library, a zigzag through bustling market stalls and hurried commuters, was a masterclass in blending in. Head down, a worn copy of One Hundred Years of Solitude clutched in her hand, she was just another shadow among thousands.
By Shah Nawaz6 months ago in Humans
Notes to My Future Self
The first note was dated five years ago. It wasn’t written with elegant handwriting or on scented paper. Just a crumpled sticky note tucked between the pages of an old journal I hadn’t opened in years. The ink had bled slightly, probably from tears I didn’t remember crying.
By Shah Nawaz7 months ago in Humans
Thousand Suns in Her Smile
Maya’s hands were always busy. Whether braiding her daughter’s hair at dawn, stirring lentils with practiced grace, or mending clothes by candlelight, her palms never knew stillness. The village knew her as the woman who smiled too much for someone who had so little. But what they didn’t see—what most people never think to look for—was that behind her smile burned the fire of a thousand suns.
By Shah Nawaz7 months ago in Humans
The Art of Being Alone Without Feeling Lonely
Rain whispered gently against the windowpane as Mira curled her fingers around a steaming mug of chamomile tea. The silence was so complete, she could hear the tick of the old wall clock—each second a gentle echo in the small apartment.
By Shah Nawaz7 months ago in Humans
The Stranger Who Knew My Name
The train station was unusually quiet for a Thursday evening. I was sitting on a cold wooden bench, clutching a steaming cup of coffee, my fingers wrapped tightly around it, not for the taste, but for the warmth. I had just finished attending my grandmother’s funeral — a small, dignified affair in a town I hadn’t visited in over a decade.
By Shah Nawaz7 months ago in Humans
Coffee Stains & Chaos
The ceramic mug, still warm, slipped from Elara’s grasp. Time seemed to slow, each millisecond stretching into an eternity as the dark liquid arced through the air, defying gravity for a fleeting moment before splattering across the pristine white countertop. A small, involuntary gasp escaped her lips, quickly followed by a sigh that carried the weight of a thousand undone tasks and countless unspoken worries.
By Shah Nawaz7 months ago in Humans
Echoes of a Forgotten City
The train screeched to a stop at a station that time had nearly erased. Mira stepped out, boots crunching on gravel, the scent of rust and dry earth wrapping around her. She glanced at the cracked sign—Virellia. Barely legible. Almost mythical. The city that vanished after the war, swallowed by rumor and silence.
By Shah Nawaz7 months ago in Humans
