Usama

Joined May 2025

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Striving to make every word count. Join me in a journey of inspiration, growth, and shared experiences. Ready to ignite the change we seek.

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A Real Love Story
It was sometime in 1975, in the busy streets of New Delhi. A young Indian guy, people called him PK, short for Pradyumna Kumar Mahanandia — was sitting on a sidewalk with some charcoal and paper. He wasn’t just some guy sketching faces for coins. There was something special about his hands. Like, the way he drew… people stopped to look. His fingers knew how to speak, even when his mouth didn’t.
By Usama7 months ago in Marriage
Ten Rupees, and a Lifetime of Love
Our late mom really loved this one habit of our dad. He would always eat whatever food was cooked at home with full excitement, like properly enjoying it. And if the food turned out extra good that day, he’d praise it a lot and then pull out a five or ten rupee note from his pocket and put it on mom’s hand saying, Here, this is a reward for making such a tasty meal today.
By Usama7 months ago in Families
The Golden Bond of Childhood
That morning, the house felt weirdly quiet. Normally, Elim and Aynaz would be laughing, fighting, or making noise. But today, it was like all that fun and noise had just... disappeared. Both sisters sat without saying a word—no fights, no jokes. Just silence, like someone took away their happiness.
By Usama7 months ago in Families
My Hang-Happy Phone and the Many Ways It Tried to Ruin My Life
My Hang-Happy Phone and the Many Ways It Tried to Ruin My Life Look man, I don't hate anyone. I’m a chill guy. But if there’s one thing I’ve truly considered throwing from a rooftop and smiling while doing it—it’s my ancient Android phone.
By Usama7 months ago in Humor
Burning Faith: The Forgotten Children of Ancient Altars. Content Warning.
Man, the thought of sacrificing kids sounds absolutely horrifying to us today, right? But back in ancient times, in some cultures, it was considered something sacred. Like... holy even. But seriously, at what cost? What kind of state of mind would make a father willing to throw his own child into fire or lay them on a burning altar?
By Usama7 months ago in History
Dear Brain, Seriously—What the Hell Now?
Hey brain, Can we just talk, like straight up? What’s your damn problem again? I thought we were finally chill. Thought we buried the hatchet. You even acted cool for a few weeks. But here you go again, waking me up at 3 AM like some messed up movie director who never got over film school.
By Usama7 months ago in Humans
The Denial of Death and the Wish to Live Forever
If human beings only wanted to stay alive, then they could live like bugs—smashed under rocks, crawling in dirt, just breathing and surviving. But we don’t just want to live. We want to live with meaning. And the moment we start looking for that meaning, we run into a wall a heavy, terrifying truth: the awareness of death. The realization that one day, everything—everything will end.
By Usama7 months ago in Humans
My Bloody War with Cold Water 💧☠️
Based on a True (Freezing) Story: One Man’s Fight for Warmth Okay look... I don’t know who needs to hear this today, but cold water is the enemy. Like not your ex, not your boss, not even the guy who chews with his mouth open I’m talking about actual ice-cold, polar bear pee-level water.
By Usama7 months ago in Humor
A Mother's Hope Never Dies
Her name was Helen. She was just 26 years old when she got sentenced to life in prison in the 1970s. They said she killed someone, but she didn’t. She was innocent. She didn’t even know the victim. Her only mistake was being at the wrong place at the wrong time. And because of that, her whole life was stolen.
By Usama7 months ago in Criminal
When God Played Piano. Content Warning.
He came in the middle of a hot, dirty summer. The kind where the ground stuck to your boots and the air felt like a thick soup. Nothing was paved, just mud and flies. And the trees... they were more like gallows. Men hanging, swaying like broken wind chimes.
By Usama7 months ago in Fiction
A Dream, A Daughter’s Sacrifice... and the Arrival of a Deer. Content Warning.
We often think some stories happened only once. Like, long ago, a father saw in a dream that God asked him to sacrifice his son. So, shaking with fear, he took the child to a lonely place. His hands trembled, the knife shined, but just as he was about to go through with it, something divine happened. A voice stopped him. The boy was saved, the father’s faith passed the test, and today, people remember that day by offering animal sacrifice.
By Usama7 months ago in History
Today was the third day her balloons didn’t sell
Today was the third day her balloons didn’t sell. She got tired standing on the road, so she dragged the bag of balloons with small steps towards a broken tap two streets away to drink some water. For three days, no one bought her balloons, and for two days, there was no fire in the stove at home. On the way, she’d dig through the dirty sacks hanging outside the scrap dealer’s shop, find a few pieces of bread, and run away before anyone saw. The scrap dealer in black clothes would chase her, hurling abuses filthier than his own dirty tongue, and throw stones at her. But the little girl, panting and trembling, always escaped.
By Usama7 months ago in Motivation

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A Real Love Story

Ten Rupees, and a Lifetime of Love

The Golden Bond of Childhood

My Hang-Happy Phone and the Many Ways It Tried to Ruin My Life

Burning Faith: The Forgotten Children of Ancient Altars. Content Warning.

Dear Brain, Seriously—What the Hell Now?

The Denial of Death and the Wish to Live Forever

My Bloody War with Cold Water 💧☠️

A Mother's Hope Never Dies

When God Played Piano. Content Warning.

A Dream, A Daughter’s Sacrifice... and the Arrival of a Deer. Content Warning.

Today was the third day her balloons didn’t sell

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