shakir hamid
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A passionate writer sharing well-researched true stories, real-life events, and thought-provoking content. My work focuses on clarity, depth, and storytelling that keeps readers informed and engaged.
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The Most Wanted Man in America: The Night I Served Coffee to John Dillinger. AI-Generated.
The Most Wanted Man Snow softened the city. It fell quietly over rooftops, streetlamps, and newspaper stands, covering the sharp edges of Manhattan in a fragile kind of peace — the kind that never lasted long in America anymore.Inside a narrow diner on Lexington Avenue, the air smelled of coffee, toast, and radiator heat. Midnight had passed. Only two customers remained: a tired taxi driver asleep in a booth… and the man who always sat by the window.
By shakir hamid6 days ago in Criminal
The Man Who Returned Lost Things. AI-Generated.
Every city has a person nobody remembers seeing. In this city, it was Kareem. He worked inside a narrow glass office beside the last metro platform — the lost-and-found department. The place where forgotten pieces of life gathered quietly: umbrellas still wet from rain, single gloves without partners, wallets filled with family photos, school bags heavier with responsibility than books.
By shakir hamid10 days ago in Marriage
The Seat That Was Already Reserved. AI-Generated.
The bus station closed after midnight. Not officially — the lights stayed on, the ticket window remained open — but the world itself seemed to abandon it. Conversations became whispers, footsteps softer, and even engines sounded distant, like memories rather than machines.
By shakir hamid12 days ago in Horror
The Calls From My Old Number. AI-Generated.
The relief of getting a new phone number was immediate. For months, Hamza had been receiving strange late-night calls. No voice. No breathing. Just silence — heavy, patient silence that felt less like a prank and more like someone listening carefully.
By shakir hamid14 days ago in Horror
The Neighbor Who Returned Every Morning. AI-Generated.
The receptionist hesitated before handing Arman the key. Not long. Just a second too long. It was past midnight, and the rain outside had flooded half the highway, forcing him to stop at the only roadside hotel still open. The lobby smelled faintly of detergent and old carpet — clean enough to trust, but empty enough to feel watched.
By shakir hamid16 days ago in Horror
The Elevator That Only Stops For One Person. AI-Generated.
The hospital elevator had six floors. Everyone knew that. Ayaan worked the late reception shift, 8 p.m. to 4 a.m., when the corridors emptied and the building sounded less like a hospital and more like a memory trying to breathe.
By shakir hamid18 days ago in Horror
