Tariq Shah
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The Day My Phone Died—and My Life Came Alive
The Day My Phone Died—and Life Began They say our phones are our lifelines. Mine was my alarm clock, my map, my calendar, my best friend at 2 a.m. when I felt lonely. I didn’t realize how much power it held over me—until the day it simply refused to turn on.
By Tariq Shah5 months ago in Motivation
The Last Candle in Room 9
The Last Candle in Room 9 Mira arrived at Hollow Pines Inn just after midnight, soaked from the storm, exhausted from the miles, and heavy with secrets. Her phone had died three hours ago. The gas gauge flirted with empty. All she wanted was one night of sleep before vanishing again.
By Tariq Shah6 months ago in Horror
Don’t Read My Story
Don’t Read My Story by Tariq Shah Don’t read this story. Seriously. Don’t. I know that’s a strange way to start a piece of writing, but I need to be honest with you from the beginning. This isn’t a story. It’s a warning. A plea. A desperate attempt to stop something I may have accidentally set loose.
By Tariq Shah6 months ago in Fiction
When the Rain Forgot to Fall
When the Rain Forgot to Fall By Tariq Shah The sky above the village of Darya had been dry for ten long years. The earth was cracked like shattered glass. The once-rushing stream was now a memory etched in dry stone. Trees that used to dance in the wind stood stiff and bare. The rain, it seemed, had forgotten how to find them.
By Tariq Shah6 months ago in Motivation
The Last Call from My Father
The Last Call from My Father By Tariq Shah The last time my father called me, I didn’t answer. I was sitting in a glass-walled meeting room on the 18th floor of a corporate tower. PowerPoint slides, spreadsheets, quarterly targets—those seemed important at the time. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I glanced at it. “Dad.”
By Tariq Shah6 months ago in Families
Whispers in the Walls
Whispers in the Walls By Tariq Shah The house had been abandoned for nearly forty years. Overgrown vines wrapped around its stone frame like fingers trying to choke the life out of it. To the villagers, it was cursed—a place where people vanished without a trace. But to Eliza Kane, it was just another story waiting to be unraveled.
By Tariq Shah6 months ago in Fiction
I Found a Note Inside an Old Library Book—It Changed Everything. Content Warning.
By Tariq Shah --- It was supposed to be a normal afternoon. I had escaped to the corner of the old city library, my usual hideout when life outside got too loud. There’s something sacred about libraries—the smell of old paper, the hush in the air, the feeling that nothing can hurt you inside those walls.
By Tariq Shah6 months ago in Confessions
Zarin Gul, the Shoemaker
Zarin Gul, the Shoemaker In the heart of Pakistan’s Swat Valley, where the mountains whisper secrets to the wind and time seems to walk slower, lived a man named Zarin Gul. He wasn’t a landlord, a trader, or a government official. He was a shoemaker — perhaps the last of his kind.
By Tariq Shah6 months ago in Fiction











