Shakoor

Joined July 2025

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Chunni's Cleverness – The Hero Cat of the Village"
In a peaceful little village surrounded by lush green fields and tall palm trees, lived a small, adorable cat named Chunni. She was not just any ordinary cat. With her soft white fur spotted with patches of brown, sparkling eyes, and a curious little nose, she was a favorite among the villagers. But what made Chunni truly special wasn’t just her looks — it was her sharp mind and big heart.
By Shakoor6 months ago in Education
"When War Made Humanity Cry"
In a world torn apart by politics and pride, two nations — Iran and Israel — stood on the brink of destruction. Decades of distrust, ideological clashes, and political games had brought them closer and closer to the edge. Threats had become routine. Airstrikes, cyberattacks, covert operations — they were no longer rumors, but bitter realities.
By Shakoor6 months ago in Fiction
Make America Great Again: The Story of Donald Trump
Donald John Trump was born on June 14, 1946, in New York City, USA. He was the fourth of five siblings. His father, Fred Trump, was a successful real estate developer who built middle-class housing in the New York boroughs. His mother, Mary Anne MacLeod Trump, had immigrated to the U.S. from Scotland.
By Shakoor6 months ago in Fiction
California, USA — A hot, dry summer afternoon.
The wind was restless, brushing across the golden fields and rustling dry leaves in the tall pine forests. The air held a strange tension — as if the earth itself was holding its breath.
By Shakoor6 months ago in Fiction
Plato’s Allegory of the Cave — A Symbolic Story
Once upon a time... In a dark, narrow, and enclosed cave, some people had been imprisoned since childhood. Their hands, feet, and necks were tightly chained. They could only face and look at the wall in front of them. Their bodies were fixed in such a way that they couldn’t turn around, couldn’t move from their place, and couldn’t even close their eyes. For them, that wall, the shadows on it, and the darkness around were the entire meaning of life.
By Shakoor6 months ago in Fiction
“Shadows, Gunfire, and Silence” — A True Story from Balochistan
Balochistan — a land of harsh mountains, poetry, and proud traditions — has, for decades, been caught in the crossfire of politics, nationalism, and war. Among the countless stories lost in the dust and smoke, this one belongs to Ayaan, a 12-year-old boy from Khuzdar, and his 8-year-old sister, Meher.
By Shakoor6 months ago in Fiction
"One Leg, Two Dreams"
Rampur was a small village nestled between dusty roads and green fields. The sky there always looked bigger, but the dreams of its people were often small — limited to farming, daily wages, and survival. But in this simple, forgotten village lived a boy who dared to dream bigger than the sky itself.
By Shakoor6 months ago in Fiction
"The Light in the Dark Village"
Far away, nestled in the lap of misty hills, was a small and forgotten village named Noorpur. Ironically, though the name meant “City of Light,” there was little light to be found—no electricity, no proper school, and certainly no hope for a better future. Life here moved slowly, almost as if time had stopped. Generations had passed doing the same thing—working in the fields during the day, and resting in darkness at night.
By Shakoor6 months ago in Education
The Last Window – A Story of a Patient
In a quiet ward of a city hospital, two men lay in a shared room. The walls were pale, the scent of antiseptic hung constantly in the air, and the only source of light was a large window on the far side of the room. One of the two beds was placed directly under the window. The other faced the opposite wall, far from any view of the outside world.
By Shakoor6 months ago in Fiction
My Uncle’s Secret Life
Everyone has that one relative who’s a little different — the one who shows up late to family gatherings, brings the strangest gifts, and somehow knows the best stories. For me, that person was Uncle Ravi.
By Shakoor6 months ago in Families
"Uncle Raheem’s Bicycle"
Puran Nagar wasn’t a place you'd find in newspapers or flashy advertisements. It wasn’t on any tourist map either. But hidden in its dusty lanes and old houses was a little shop — a place where not only bicycles were fixed, but hearts too. It belonged to Uncle Raheem, the bicycle mechanic.
By Shakoor6 months ago in Fiction