The Writer...A_Awan
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16‑year‑old Ayesha, high school student and storyteller. Passionate about suspense, emotions, and life lessons...
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The Girl Who Vanished in Plain Sight:. AI-Generated.
Chapter 1:The Night Everything Changed It changed into a quiet summer season night time in Salt Lake town, Utah — June 5, 2002. Fourteen Year old Elizabeth smart lay asleep in her bedroom, the sort of sleep simplest youngsters know: safe, warm, unaware. Her younger sister Mary Katherine shared the room. At around 2 a.m., a shadow crept in. a person with a knife whispered, “Don’t make a sound. include me.”
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in History
“Grades Don’t Measure Grief”. AI-Generated.
The results were coming out the following day. In Karachi, every 9th grader turned into protecting their breath. A few prayed. Some pretended now not to care. A few refreshed the board’s website every ten mins. And some—like me—simply stared on the ceiling, thinking if one number could determine our really worth.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Education
The Power of the Quiet Ones.... AI-Generated.
They say silence is awkward. but have you ever ever met a person whose silence healed you more than words? We live in a world that celebrates noise. Loud voices, formidable opinions, steady updates, and infinite chatter. The louder you are, the greater you are visible. The extra you post, the extra you're heard. however in this orchestra of noise, there are folks who take a seat quietly in the returned row—watching, listening, feeling.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Motivation
Black Magic in Sindh: The Story They Never Told Us:. AI-Generated.
🌙The beginning.. They stated it become just superstition. That black magic—sihr—was a myth from the vintage days. however within the quiet alleys of Sindh, at the back of closed doorways and whispered duas, the symptoms nevertheless linger. This isn’t a horror tale. It’s a caution. A reminder that when we stray from the route of Allah, even protection can come to be a jail.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Fiction
Dreams inside the Cockpit: A Pakistani female’s Flight Plan:. AI-Generated.
I used to think only boys have become pilots. Fighter jets, cockpits, aviation academies—they all felt like remote goals reserved for a person else. someone taller, louder, braver. someone now not like me.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Futurism
THE CHOAS AND COMEDY OF SOPHOMORES STUDENTS:. AI-Generated.
There’s something magical approximately the matric year. Not the syllabus, No longer the checks—however the electricity. It’s the age where girls are old enough to dream big, but younger enough to snort at the dumbest matters. Each classroom turns into a level, every damage a battlefield, and each teacher a silent witness to the insanity.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Education
I Grew Up thinking anxiety become simply Laziness:. AI-Generated.
I used to think i used to be simply lazy. When I couldn’t get out of bed, I blamed myself. when I forgot matters, missed time limits, or felt like the global changed into too loud, I informed myself i was vulnerable. I didn’t have the language for what i used to be experiencing. no one around me did either.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Confessions
Climate Anxiety Is actual—but My own family Thinks I simply want Chai and a snooze:. AI-Generated.
I first found out I had climate tension when I cried over a demise plant. It wasn’t dramatic. It changed into a quiet, wilting basil on our balcony sun-scorched, forgotten, and gasping in Karachi’s October warmth. I stared at it for ten minutes before whispering, “same.” That’s when I knew something became incorrect—no longer with the plant, however with me.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Earth
My Grandma’s WhatsApp Status Is More Savage Than My Entire Personality.. AI-Generated.
I used to assume I was the maximum dramatic character in my own family. I suggest, I’ve cried over burnt toast, ghosted humans for replying “okay” as opposed to “ok,” and as soon as wrote a six hundred-phrase apology letter to my plants for forgetting to water them. but then i found my grandma’s WhatsApp repute updates — and realized I’m only a heritage character in her emotionally charged universe.
By The Writer...A_Awan3 months ago in Humor
''The Day I Selected Myself''. AI-Generated.
I used to think loyalty supposed staying. Staying in rooms that made me shrink. Staying in conversations that left me hollow. Staying in love that felt greater like a debt than a gift. but there was a day—quiet, unremarkable to anybody else—after I chose myself. And the entirety changed.
By The Writer...A_Awan3 months ago in Blush
