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 7 Silent Walls
The Prison Disguised as a Home The place where Anita now lived was not a home. It was a forgotten prison pretending to be a sanctuary. The villagers called it the Old House, but its name was a cruel lie. It wasn’t a shelter for the elderly or a place of care. It was where society abandoned those it no longer wished to see—the “incurable,” the “dangerous,” the “inconvenient.”
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Psyche
Chains of the Brothel: Part 8 No More Fear
Shadows in the Old House The Old House had grown darker with each passing night. Its walls carried whispers of people the world had abandoned—voices swallowed into silence. Yet within that suffocating silence, Anita remained. Her presence glowed like a faint but unyielding flame.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Humans
The Unspoken Bond
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the narrow street where Ayaan’s family home stood — a modest two-story house, weathered by time but filled with memories. Inside, Ayaan sat motionless on the faded sofa, his gaze fixed on a photograph resting on the wooden table.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Families
Shattered Wings
I remember him clearly — a quiet boy with fire in his eyes. The kind of fire only children have, fueled by dreams untouched by disappointment. He would sit in the second row of the classroom, his well-worn notebook always open, his blue pen carefully refilled because buying a new one wasn’t always possible.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Education
What No One Tells You About Moving Abroad
I used to think moving abroad was just about changing an address. Pack the boxes, board the plane, start over. Social media painted it like a dream—Instagram feeds full of rooftop brunches, new apartments, and glamorous cityscapes.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Wander
The Last Message in the Rain – Part 8: The Final Echo
Elara stood in the clearing, the rain now a soft drizzle, as if the storm itself had lost its fury. The house—what was left of it—lay in ruins behind her. Ashes and broken dreams were scattered across the earth, the memories of a past she’d tried so hard to escape.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Horror
The Last Message in the Rain – Part 7: Echoes of the Forgotten
The storm hadn't gone. It never truly left. If anything, it had grown fiercer, thrashing against the walls of the house like a beast trying to claw its way inside. Elara stood on the porch, the wind biting at her skin, her heart pounding with a frantic rhythm. She had broken free from the attic. She had faced the darkness, and yet, now it felt like the past was refusing to let go.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Horror
