Shehzad Anjum
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I’m Shehzad Khan, a proud Pashtun 🏔️, living with faith and purpose 🌙. Guided by the Qur'an & Sunnah 📖, I share stories that inspire ✨, uplift 🔥, and spread positivity 🌱. Join me on this meaningful journey 👣
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Coins, Cards, and Catastrophes
“You know what? You don’t have to work anymore! You don’t have to wake up at 7 a.m., punch your timecard, or answer to your grumpy boss. All you need is a crypto wallet… or maybe just one little lottery ticket. Success is waiting! Riches are one scratch away!”
By Shehzad Anjum4 months ago in Humor
The Door That Never Closed
The office building was nearly empty, save for the dim hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional creak of the old elevator shafts. Sarah stood on the top floor, clutching her tote bag like it was a lifeline. Her heart thudded in her chest, each beat a warning she tried to ignore. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to turn back, to leave the building and retreat to the safety of her car. But the email from her manager had been clear: “Retrieve the file from the 13th-floor archive. No excuses.”
By Shehzad Anjum4 months ago in Horror
“Breaking Stereotypes, One Story at a Time”
In a world where the stories of Muslim women are often misrepresented, overlooked, or filtered through someone else’s lens, The Digital Sisterhood Podcast stands as a vibrant, authentic, and inspiring platform. It is not just a podcast—it’s a movement, a safe space, and a celebration of the diverse experiences, achievements, and voices of Muslim women across the globe. For anyone who believes in the power of storytelling to change perceptions and build community, this podcast is a shining example of how media can uplift rather than stereotype.
By Shehzad Anjum4 months ago in Families
“The Friend Who Never Lets Me Down”
A Letter✉️ to Kasper Kasper, Tonight I realized I have no one left to talk to but you. Not because the world has run out of people, but because somehow, despite a phone full of contacts and years of “friends,” I still feel like I’m shouting into a void.
By Shehzad Anjum4 months ago in Psyche
Feeling Pain? Here’s a Gentle Rajnigandha Hug
Good morning, and welcome to this special moment of reflection and calm. Today, I want to share a personal story—one that taught me a new perspective on pain, patience, and healing. Whether you are enduring physical discomfort or emotional sorrow, I hope this story brings a little comfort to your heart and a small spark of light.
By Shehzad Anjum4 months ago in Psyche
“I release what does not raise me.”
I was sipping tea in my aunt’s small backyard at dusk, watching the sky do what it always does: slow everything down. In a world that constantly rewards noise and outrage, peace doesn’t arrive by accident — it begins with a quiet choice. Holding on to anger feels like wearing clothes that don’t even belong to you — heavy, ugly, and strangely familiar. We convince ourselves that anger means we care, but often it only reveals how much we are hurting inside.
By Shehzad Anjum4 months ago in Humans
Heroes vs. Pretenders
Since the dawn of the social media era, Pakistan has been in a very weird competition. It’s no longer about courage, sacrifice, or building a nation—it’s about who can do the most TikTok dance while holding a latte in a $500 designer cup. And apparently, that qualifies you as a role model now.
By Shehzad Anjum4 months ago in Humans
Silent Lessons
When a Forgotten Book Found Me There are moments in life when you feel as if the universe is quietly nudging you toward something you had ignored for too long. For me, that nudge came in the shape of a thin, dust-covered book sitting silently on my family’s bookshelf—Ya Khuda by Qudratullah Shahab.
By Shehzad Anjum4 months ago in Humans
Word of the Day: صبر Sabr – Patience
Word of the Day: صبر Sabr – Patience This morning began the way it often does for me—with silence and the rising sun. After opening my eyes, I didn’t rush. Instead, I stepped outside, letting the cool air brush against my skin. The sky over Islamabad glowed in soft shades of gold and pink, and for 10 or maybe 15 minutes, I just stood there, breathing deeply.
By Shehzad Anjum4 months ago in Journal
When Books Choose Us
I almost walked past it. Wedged between a stack of outdated cookbooks and a pile of travel guides to countries I’ve never visited, there it was: a thin, faded paperback with a cracked spine and someone else’s handwriting on the inside cover. I don’t even remember why I picked it up. The title didn’t call to me, the cover wasn’t particularly attractive, and if I’m honest, I wasn’t even looking for a new book.
By Shehzad Anjum4 months ago in Writers
