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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Chains of the Brothel: Part 1 Anita’s Silent Fall
In 1969, in a small, quiet village in Bengal, a child named Anita Das was born. The village was a place of stillness—narrow dusty lanes where children’s laughter echoed, fields that stretched endlessly in a green embrace, and evenings where the horizon glowed golden as the sun slipped away. Anita grew up with the innocence of the village stitched into her soul.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Humans
Chains of the Brothel: Part 2 — The Price of 2200 Rupees
The year was 1990. Anita had been married only two years when her world began to collapse. She had once believed marriage was a doorway into love and safety. Amit Mishra had wooed her with promises — sweet words whispered in the quiet of evening, vows of forever, dreams of building a family together. Anita believed him. She gave him her trust, her loyalty, her heart.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Humans
10 Lessons My Twenties Taught Me (So Far)
Turning 23 feels strange—like standing on a cliff between who I was and who I’m becoming. The twenties are wild: dreams crash into reality, friendships shift without warning, and you start to hear your own voice louder than anyone else’s.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Lifehack
New to Islam, New to Ramadan
If you had asked me two years ago where I’d be today, I probably would’ve laughed. Back then, I was the girl with tattoos climbing up my arms, a tiny crescent inked under my eye, and a spirit that wore rebellion like armor. Religion? That was for other people. Not for someone like me—too messy, too scarred, too far gone.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Humans
The Smile That Changed My Flight — and My Life
The airport was alive with noise and motion. Screens blinked with flight delays, loudspeakers repeated boarding calls, and tired travelers shuffled between gates. Among them was Elena Morgan — 28 years old, freelance travel writer, headphones around her neck, and a passport stamped from Bali to Peru.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Humans
Chains of the Brothel – Part 3 The Cruelty of the Police, the Trap of Rehab
The wealthy man’s words hung in the air like venom: “What about the child—does he have a price too?” Anita froze. Her veins turned to ice. Aryan, barely four years old, clung to her dress, his small chest rattling with a cough. For a moment, the world stopped spinning. She tightened her arms around him, as if her fragile embrace could shield him from the darkness creeping closer.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Humans
Chains of the Brothel : Part 4 —Ruin & Rebirth
A Mother’s Anchor Time moved like slow poison. Day after day, Anita sat within the suffocating walls of the brothel, her body scarred, her soul weary. She had lost her youth, her dreams, her dignity—everything. Yet through every storm, one fragile hope kept her alive: her son, Aryan.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Humans
Chains of the Brothel: Part 6 The Withering Light
Padma’s life had always been a fragile flame, trembling against storms too cruel for her tender years. She was born beneath shadows that should never touch a child, robbed of innocence before she even understood what innocence meant. That cursed night—when predators trampled her body and soul—became the invisible chain she would carry forever.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Humans
