Shohel Rana
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The Weaver's Thread
The Weaver's Thread Stitching a Future from the Past Image Prompt: A skilled weaver working at a loom by candlelight, intricate patterns of gold and silver threads glowing softly against a backdrop of a starry night, symbolizing creativity, heritage, and resilience.
By Shohel Rana5 months ago in Poets
The Lantern Keeper
The Lantern Keeper A Tale of Light in the Dark Image Prompt: A lone figure standing on a cliff at twilight, holding a glowing lantern that casts a warm light over a winding path descending into a misty valley, with stars beginning to emerge in the deep purple sky.
By Shohel Rana5 months ago in Fiction
The Spark Within
The Spark Within Igniting Your Passion for Lifelong Learning Image Prompt: A vibrant sunrise over an open book, with rays of light illuminating a path leading to a distant horizon filled with stars, symbolizing hope, knowledge, and endless possibilities.
By Shohel Rana5 months ago in Motivation
The Lighthouse Keeper’s Garden
The Lighthouse Keeper’s Garden Lessons Carved by Wind and Sea On the ragged edge of the world, where cliffs met the restless sea, stood the old Breakers’ Light, its stone tower defiant against the wind’s ceaseless song. Its beam sliced through the mist, a quiet promise to ships lost in the dark. At its base, improbably, a garden thrived—wildflowers in defiant bursts of crimson, violet, and gold, rooted in soil that knew only salt and storm. On a stone bench nearby, a journal lay open, its pages worn, holding pressed petals like secrets kept safe.
By Shohel Rana5 months ago in Fiction
The Swing at Midnight
A Love Rediscovered in Moonlight In the quiet of Haven’s Meadow, where pines stood like guardians under a silver moon, an old oak held court, its branches cradling a wooden swing that swayed gently in the night’s breath. A lantern flickered on the grass, its golden light brushing against a pair of worn boots and a folded letter, pinned beneath a smooth river stone. The meadow was a place of secrets, where the heart’s whispers carried further than the wind.
By Shohel Rana5 months ago in Poets
The Library of Whispers
A Journey to Rediscover Knowledge Deep in the heart of the Eldwood, where trees stood as sentinels of time, there lay a library forgotten by all but the wind. Its stone walls, cloaked in moss and ivy, seemed to breathe with the forest’s pulse. Sunlight, soft as a memory, spilled through a fractured stained-glass window, casting kaleidoscope colors across shelves heavy with ancient tomes. The air was thick with the scent of aged paper and secrets, and at the center of the room, a single book lay open on a wooden table, its pages stirring as if alive.
By Shohel Rana5 months ago in Poets
“The Letters I Never Sent”
I’ve written a hundred letters to you. None of them were mailed. They live in the back of my notebooks, hidden between pages of to-do lists, groceries, and half-finished poems. I never had the courage to send them—not because I feared rejection, but because I feared they would become real.
By Shohel Rana5 months ago in Poets
A Rose at Dusk
A Love Story Woven by the Sea The village of Marinelle was a whisper of a place, tucked between the cliffs and the sea, where time seemed to pause in the glow of dusk. Cobblestone streets wound like old promises, leading to a café called L’Étoile, its ivy-clad walls kissed by the salt of the tide. Every evening, as the sun dipped low, painting the sky in shades of apricot and lavender, the café’s lanterns flickered to life, casting a warmth that felt like an embrace.
By Shohel Rana5 months ago in Fiction
The Ember of the Oasis
The Ember of the Oasis A Love Story Ignited in the Heart of the Middle East In the ancient sands of Dilmun, where the Persian Gulf kissed the shores of paradise, a love sparked that would glow through the ages. It was 2000 BCE, and Sana, a pearl diver, plunged into the sea’s embrace, her breath weaving dreams beneath the waves. Her grace, like the shimmer of mother-of-pearl, caught the gaze of Idris, a harper whose melodies tamed the desert winds. They met at an oasis, Sana’s pearls adorning Idris’s harp, their hearts entwined in a song only they could hear.
By Shohel Rana6 months ago in Fiction
The Whisper of the Cedars
A Love Story Rooted in the Soul of the Middle East In the ancient hills of Byblos, where cedar trees stood sentinel over the Phoenician coast, a love was born that would echo through the ages. It was 1200 BCE, and Mira, a dye-maker, stirred vats of Tyrian purple, her hands stained with the sea’s secrets. Her smile, radiant as the Mediterranean dawn, captivated Zain, a shipbuilder crafting vessels to chase the horizon. They met on the shore, where Mira’s dyes colored sails and Zain’s ships carried dreams. Their eyes locked, and the world stilled, their hearts already charting a shared course.
By Shohel Rana6 months ago in Fiction
The River’s Vow
The River’s Vow A Love Story Carved in the Soul of the Middle East In the ancient city of Nineveh, where the Tigris River sang lullabies to the stars, a love bloomed that would ripple through the ages. It was 700 BCE, and Noor, a potter’s daughter, shaped clay with hands that seemed to know the earth’s secrets. Her laughter, bright as the river’s gleam, caught the ear of Rami, a scribe who etched royal decrees on tablets but dreamed of words that could capture a heart. They met by the riverbank, where Noor’s pots dried in the sun, and Rami’s stylus faltered, his poetry now only for her.
By Shohel Rana6 months ago in Fiction
The Flame of a Thousand Suns
The Flame of a Thousand Suns A Love Story Forged in the Heart of the Middle East In the ancient sands of Petra, where rose-red cliffs held the secrets of the Nabataeans, a love was born that would burn through the ages. It was 200 BCE, and Aisha, a caravan trader’s daughter, moved through the Siq with the grace of a gazelle, her eyes like polished obsidian catching the torchlight. Tariq, a sculptor carving gods into the canyon walls, saw her and felt his chisel still, his heart struck by a vision more divine than any he could craft.
By Shohel Rana6 months ago in Fiction
