The Manatwal Khan
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Philosopher, Historian and
Storyteller
Humanitarian
Philanthropist
Social Activist
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The PERSON Who Never Told a lie In His entire Life
In the golden heart of Arabia, amid the sands of Makkah, a light was born not to illuminate just a single land, but the entire world. Prophet Muhammad (peace and blessings be upon him) came into a society divided by tribal wars, choked by ignorance, and drowned in injustice. But he came not to condemn, rather to uplift — with words as soft as a breeze and a heart vast enough to hold the burdens of all.
By The Manatwal Khan8 months ago in Pride
How To Change Your Current Status
Once upon a time, in a bustling city, there lived a woman named Maya. Maya was in her early forties, working a high-paying job that she had grown to despise. The long hours, the toxic environment, and the constant pressure had taken a toll on her emotional well-being. She felt trapped, like a bird in a gilded cage—beautiful but unable to fly. Her days were filled with stress, and her nights were restless. She often wondered if this was all life had to offer.
By The Manatwal Khan8 months ago in Motivation
One Painting = $1Billion Cost...WHY???
A long time ago, over 500 years ago, in a small studio in Italy, a man named Leonardo da Vinci sat quietly with his paintbrush in hand. He was not just a painter. He was a dreamer, a thinker, a scientist, and an inventor. But at that moment, he had only one goal — to paint a woman who would live forever on canvas.
By The Manatwal Khan8 months ago in History
Anxious but Thriving
If you looked at me from the outside, you’d think I had it together. I smiled in photos. I got good grades. I held a steady job. But inside, I was in a constant state of panic—like I was waiting for something bad to happen, even when everything seemed fine.
By The Manatwal Khan8 months ago in Psyche
Broken Promises
The old oak table in the dining room creaked under the weight of memories as the Carter siblings gathered for the first time since their father’s funeral. At 42, Elise, the eldest, traced a scratch on the wood—her initials, carved at eight, when Dad promised to build her a treehouse. He never did. Across from her, Marcus, 38, clutched a whiskey glass, his jaw tight. Beside him, Sophie, 35, stared at a faded photo of their father, Henry Carter, his smile as hollow as his words.
By The Manatwal Khan8 months ago in Fiction
Dostoevsky’s Crime and Punishment
It was a cold evening when Ravi walked down the narrow alley behind the market. The streetlamps flickered weakly above him, casting long shadows on the cracked pavement. His hands were shaking—not from the cold, but from what he was about to do.
By The Manatwal Khan8 months ago in Fiction
Home Sweet Chaos
The sun peeked through the blinds of the Harper household, but chaos was already in full swing. In the kitchen, Mia, 38, juggled a sizzling pan of eggs while her six-year-old, Leo, painted the table with orange juice. “Leo, cup stays on the table!” she called, just as her husband, Raj, 40, tripped over a rogue dinosaur toy, nearly dropping his coffee.
By The Manatwal Khan8 months ago in Fiction
The Honor of the Mulberry Tree. Content Warning.
In the quiet village of Darra-e-Shahbaz, nestled beneath the shadow of the Spin Ghar mountains, life followed the rhythm of old traditions. Morning prayers echoed through the valley, the smell of fresh naan rose with the sun, and the stories of elders carried more weight than gold.
By The Manatwal Khan8 months ago in History
