skkhan

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A Mother's Silent Prayers
A Mother’s Silent Prayers Love That Speaks Without Words Nida sat by the window, her eyes gazing out at the vast city skyline. The sun had begun to set, casting a soft orange glow over the buildings, but her thoughts were far away. She wasn’t looking at the sunset. Her mind was back home, miles away, in the small village where she grew up. A village where life moved slowly, where people spoke in whispers, and where a mother’s prayers were as constant as the wind.
By skkhan8 months ago in Fiction
A Letter to Mother
A Letter to Mother Written with Tears, Sealed with Love The clock ticked slowly in the dimly lit room, but Aarif wasn’t paying attention. His eyes were fixed on a blank sheet of paper, the pen resting in his hand trembling slightly. The city outside roared with its usual noise—cars honking, people shouting, life rushing forward—but in that small apartment, time seemed to have paused.
By skkhan8 months ago in Fiction
The 3 AM Call
Title: The 3 AM Call By: [Your Name] Riaz was just an ordinary man — quiet, reserved, and living alone in a small apartment in Karachi. His daily routine was simple: wake up early, head to work, come back exhausted, make a cup of tea, scroll through his phone, and sleep. There was nothing particularly unusual about his life... until the night the phone calls began.
By skkhan9 months ago in Humans
Mother: The First Name of Love
Mother: The First Name of Love A heartfelt tribute to the woman whose love begins before we even open our eyes. The evening sky was painted with hues of orange and pink, as if nature itself was softening the world for the quiet tears of a young man sitting on the park bench. A worn-out letter trembled in his hands. His name was Ayaan, and the letter was from his mother.
By skkhan9 months ago in Families
The Devil’s Deal
The Devil’s Deal Evan Fletcher was desperate. The kind of desperate that made him drive across town in the dead of night, hands shaking on the steering wheel, stomach twisted into a knot. It wasn’t like him—he was a man of plans, of caution. But tonight, caution had failed him. Tonight, he was ready to risk it all.
By skkhan9 months ago in Confessions
The Power of Silence
The Power of Silence In the hustle and bustle of everyday life, where noise seems to dominate every moment, there are those who seek refuge in silence. For most, silence is seen as an absence—something that is uncomfortable and unsettling. Yet for some, it holds an immense power, a power that transcends words, actions, and even thoughts.
By skkhan9 months ago in Motivation
The Journey from Failure to Success
The Journey from Failure to Success There is a saying that goes, “Success is not final, failure is not fatal: It is the courage to continue that counts.” For Sara, those words became more than just a quote—they became the foundation of her life’s journey.
By skkhan9 months ago in Humans
A Mother's Last Prayer
A Mother's Last Prayer The room was still, save for the soft ticking of the clock on the wall and the faint rustle of the curtains as the wind whispered through the open window. The smell of lavender and freshly bloomed roses filled the air, mingling with the subtle scent of aging wood. It was the same smell that had been in this house for years—a house filled with memories, laughter, and love.
By skkhan9 months ago in Fiction
Life is a Lesson
Life is a Lesson “Every experience teaches us something new about ourselves and the world.” Aaliya sat quietly in the old café by the window, a steaming cup of tea in front of her. It had been a long time since she had visited this place—so many memories tied to the worn wooden chairs and the familiar scent of fresh coffee beans. But today, she wasn’t here for nostalgia; she was here to learn.
By skkhan9 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letter of Love
The Last Letter of Love “A tale of unspoken words and a goodbye that came too late.” The rain had begun to fall, soft and rhythmic, like nature’s own lullaby. Aaliya sat by the window of her childhood home, watching the droplets race each other down the glass. It was a quiet evening—the kind that invited old memories to rise like ghosts from the corners of forgotten rooms.
By skkhan9 months ago in Confessions
Relentless: The Ronaldo Way
He was just a boy from Madeira, with calloused feet and a fire in his chest. Cristiano didn't grow up with luxury. His first football wasn’t made by Nike — it was wrapped socks, taped into a sphere. He played barefoot on the cracked pavement, dodging potholes and chasing dreams most people laughed at. But he never stopped running. Never stopped kicking.
By skkhan9 months ago in Gamers
The Climb
The sky was the color of coal dust, and the wind screamed like it was trying to warn him. But Eli didn’t stop. Each step up the narrow mountain path felt like dragging the weight of every failure he’d ever known. His breath came in ragged clouds. His legs trembled, not from fear—but from fatigue, from the journey that started long before he ever reached this mountain.
By skkhan9 months ago in Motivation