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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She Washed Her Hair With Coca-Cola. AI-Generated.
Ayesha never planned to wash her hair with Coca-Cola. It wasn’t part of a dare, a trend she proudly followed, or a scientific experiment. It happened on one of those lonely nights when sleep refuses to come and the mind becomes louder than the room itself. The city outside her apartment was quiet, but her thoughts were not.
By shakir hamid8 days ago in Lifehack
The Last Customer. AI-Generated.
The bookstore had survived longer than most promises. Tucked between two modern buildings that constantly changed owners, the shop remained unchanged—dusty wooden shelves, warm yellow lights, and a bell above the door that rang like it had something important to announce. Sameer believed the shop existed outside of time. Everything else moved forward. The bookstore waited.
By shakir hamid9 days ago in Criminal
The Message He Never Deleted. AI-Generated.
The message arrived at 11:47 p.m. Arman noticed it not because his phone buzzed, but because he was already awake, staring at the ceiling, counting the slow seconds between unfinished thoughts. Nights had become like that—quiet on the outside, loud on the inside.
By shakir hamid10 days ago in Filthy
The Day He Stopped Waiting. AI-Generated.
At exactly 6:30 a.m., the alarm rang. Not loudly. Not angrily. Just enough to be noticed. For years, that sound had meant only one thing to Adam: delay. He would stretch his arm out, silence the alarm, and tell himself the same sentence he had been repeating for nearly a decade.
By shakir hamid10 days ago in Motivation
The Five-Minute Promise. AI-Generated.
Every morning at exactly 6:55 a.m., Amir stood on the same metro platform, under the same flickering digital clock, breathing in the same cold air. The platform was never empty, yet he always felt alone there—alone with his thoughts, his memories, and the promise he had made to himself.
By shakir hamid11 days ago in Motivation
The Last Message Before Midnight. AI-Generated.
At 11:59 p.m., Aarav sat alone on the edge of his bed, the blue light of his phone cutting through the darkness of the room. Outside, the city was preparing to celebrate. Inside, he was fighting a war with memory.
By shakir hamid11 days ago in Motivation
The New Year That Finally Spoke Back. AI-Generated.
On the last night of the year, Ahmed stood on the balcony of his small apartment in Sharjah, watching fireworks bloom faintly in the distance. They looked beautiful, but distant—like happiness often did. He held his phone in his hand, scrolling through messages that all sounded the same: New year, new me. This year will be different. Manifesting success.
By shakir hamid12 days ago in Motivation
The Day the Elevator Stopped. AI-Generated.
At exactly 9:17 a.m., the elevator stopped. There was no sudden crash, no dramatic alarm. Just a soft mechanical click, followed by silence—thick, unsettling silence. The digital display flickered between 11 and 12, unable to decide where it belonged.
By shakir hamid13 days ago in Motivation
The Day He Didn’t Give Up. AI-Generated.
Every morning at exactly 6:10 a.m., Adam stood at the same bus stop, watching the city wake up without him. The pavement beneath his feet was cracked, worn down by years of people rushing toward destinations that mattered more than this forgotten corner of the street. A faded advertisement clung to the pole beside him, promising success, happiness, and instant transformation—things Adam no longer believed in.
By shakir hamid13 days ago in Motivation
The Email Sent at 2:17 A.M. AI-Generated.
At 2:17 a.m., the office building looked like a sleeping giant—dark, silent, and indifferent. Only one floor still breathed with light. On that floor sat Aarav Mehta, staring at his laptop screen as if it might blink first.
By shakir hamid14 days ago in Motivation
