Wahdat Rauf
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I am an article writer who turns ideas into stories, poems, and different type of articles that inspire, inform, and leave a lasting impression.
Stories (15)
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Letters to My 15-Year-Old Self
I never imagined I’d write a letter to someone I used to be, not the kind of letter that just says, “Hey, you’ll be okay.” No, this was meant to reach a version of me who barely understood the world, who carried fears like heavy stones in her chest. And yet, as I sat at the edge of the old wooden desk, pen trembling in my hand, the words poured out as if they were always waiting to be written.
By Wahdat Rauf2 months ago in Fiction
Five Minutes After the End of the World
No one expected the world to go silent so quickly. One moment the city roared with life, sirens weaving through traffic, people shouting over the clang of construction, screens blinking endlessly. Then the sky flashed with a color no scientist had a name for, a color that hummed inside the bones, and within seconds the noise collapsed into a suffocating stillness that felt too heavy to breathe. Only one person remained standing in the ruins of the final five minutes. Her name was Mara.
By Wahdat Rauf2 months ago in Fiction
The Lighthouse That Blinked Back
The first time the lighthouse blinked back, Elias thought he was losing his mind. He stood at the edge of the pier, coat flapping wildly in the cold wind, staring across the black water. The beam of light swept across the sea, paused, and then, impossibly, flashed twice in quick succession, as if winking. The pattern repeated, steady and deliberate. Elias’s heart thudded. Lighthouses didn’t blink back. They warned ships, not lonely men.
By Wahdat Rauf2 months ago in Fiction
The Photographer Who Couldn’t See Faces
The old man’s hand trembled as he rested the pen above the pristine white page. The studio was silent except for the occasional scratch of graphite on paper, a sound that seemed louder in the stillness of the room. He leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, letting a shiver pass through him. Memories of faces, faces he had captured for decades, now hovered just beyond the reach of his vision, blurred and distorted, as if the world itself had grown shy.
By Wahdat Rauf2 months ago in Fiction
The Day I Stopped Editing My Life
I still don’t know whose blood was on the red pen. It was 3:17 a.m. when I found the Montblanc lying across my manuscript like a murder weapon. The cap was off, the nib bent, and a single crimson bead trembled at the tip. My apartment—usually a surgical white cube of right angles and labeled drawers—reeked of wet iron and turpentine. I hadn’t painted in seven years.
By Wahdat Rauf2 months ago in Fiction
The People Who Live in My Grocery Store
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly, like a whisper nobody cared to listen to. I’d been coming to this grocery store for months, maybe years, though I could never be sure anymore. Not the shopping, not the aisles, not the faint smell of polished floors and stale coffee. It was the people.
By Wahdat Rauf2 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Letter
The attic smelled of dust and time. Sunlight fell through a cracked window, streaking across forgotten trunks and boxes that had not been touched in decades. My heart pounded in my chest as I stepped carefully over a loose floorboard, every creak echoing in the quiet space. I had come looking for old family photos, nothing more, but something in the air told me I might find much more than I expected.
By Wahdat Rauf2 months ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Remembered Tomorrow
She woke up on the same street again. Fog covered the old stone road like a ghost, curling around the silent streetlights. The morning felt both too early and too slow. Shadows moved strangely in the mist, and she felt a heavy pull in her chest, the weight of knowing what would happen before it did.
By Wahdat Rauf2 months ago in Fiction
AI is secretly changing your life faster than you realize
You might not notice it, but artificial intelligence is already part of your life. It works quietly in the background, learning from your habits, predicting your next move, and shaping the world around you. From the moment you wake up and check your phone, to the time you fall asleep scrolling through social media, AI is constantly at work.
By Wahdat Rauf2 months ago in Education
The Library of Forgotten Days
The library did not exist on any map. It had no address, no visitors, no librarians and at least not in the way one might imagine. It stood at the edge of nowhere, built from the dust of memories, bound together by the breath of time. No one came here on purpose. They found it only after losing something they didn’t understand.
By Wahdat Rauf2 months ago in Fiction
