waseem khan

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Pauline Kael
She would have hated my first short film,” Sami said, staring at the dust-covered DVD. It was late — 2:42 a.m. The air was heavy with chai and memories. The living room lights were dimmed, except for the glow of his laptop screen, where he had opened an old folder named “KHUWAAB.”
By waseem khan6 months ago in Confessions
When He Knocked on My Door at Fajr
It was 4:27 a.m. when I heard the knock. Not a loud one — just soft, hesitant. Three taps. Then silence. I assumed it was a dream, turned over in bed, and pulled the blanket higher.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Confessions
Impacting Others, Happy or Brilliant, and Huggers
Impacting Others, Happy or Brilliant, and Huggers Amir was never the kind of guy people noticed twice. He walked with his head low, avoided loud conversations, and preferred to spend his evenings reading old books at the corner tea shop near Saddar. His world was small, quiet — and safe.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Confessions
I Cut My Finger With a ‘Chainsaw’
"I Cut My Finger With a Chainsaw" I should’ve known better. But knowing better never stopped me from doing dumb things. It started as a lazy Saturday. My dad had left his old chainsaw in the garage, and I’d always wanted to feel the power of it in my own hands. I wasn’t planning to do anything reckless. Just a few small logs. Just to see what it felt like. Just to test myself.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Confessions
Silence in Suits
Title: Silence in Suits Whispers in the hall, Power built on lies so tall. Silk-tongued men with poison pens, Shaking hands with selfish ends.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Poets
I Didn’t Say That Out Loud Challenge Winners
I Didn’t Say That Out Loud I didn’t say it out loud when I watched my sister cry over our father’s casket. Everyone else wept for the man who raised us.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Confessions
Summer's Rain
Summer’s Rain It was the first summer after Mama died, and the house had grown quiet in a way that hurt. Not just silent—hollow. Like it was trying to forget she ever lived there.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Families
Nehemiah's Sunshine
Nehemiah’s Sunshine Nehemiah wasn’t the kind of boy you noticed right away. He wasn’t loud. Didn’t run with the wild kids or throw his head back laughing in the corridors. He was quiet—observant. The type who sat with his chin tucked, one shoelace always undone, sketching strange, beautiful things in the corners of his notebooks.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Families
Cuck-oo
I think, on reflection, it would have been easier if Isaiah had been a chauvinist. If he'd made crude comments about my appearance, leered a little too long, or smirked in that way some men do when they feel entitled to your attention.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Confessions
One More Cigarette - and the Choise to Live
I stood beside myself—literally and metaphorically—looking down at the tired figure slumped over, all excuses and broken promises. A shell of habits that never served me.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Confessions
Magic Robren
The wind sliced around them, laced with the chill of an early winter. The dazzling city skyline behind them melted into the smooth swirls of the Milky Way above. Hecate drifted through the night sky with little urgency, almost amused by the tiny rebels flanking her. She would’ve ditched them out of sheer boredom—if not for the strange pull she felt toward this bold little witch who dared disturb her realm in this neon age.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Fiction
Main Jinazay Mein Apna Naam Dhoondta Raha"
Main Jinazay Mein Apna Naam Dhoondta Raha Log keh rahe thay, "Inna lillahi wa inna ilayhi raji'un..." Main bhi un ke saath dua mein haath utha raha tha. Magar mere haath kaamp rahay thay.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Confessions