waseem khan
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I Love Rock and Roll
I Love Rock and Roll The first time I heard We Will Rock You, I was twelve years old and sitting on my uncle’s worn leather couch. He had a record player that looked ancient to me—heavy, wooden, smelling faintly of dust and time. He placed the vinyl on the turntable, the faint crackle of static filled the air, and then it happened
By waseem khan5 months ago in Beat
Become A Millionaire
Story: Become A Millionaire It was never about the money — at least not at the beginning. Aarav had always known struggle. Born in a modest town where ambition often stopped at securing a government job, he was raised on hope and hand-me-downs. His father ran a local stationery shop that barely made enough to get them through the month, and his mother was a schoolteacher. They were not poor, but luxury was a language they never learned to speak.
By waseem khan5 months ago in Motivation
The Light I Found in Islam
Story: The Light I Found in Islam They say faith is personal—and for me, that couldn’t be more true. I wasn’t born a scholar. I didn’t grow up with deep religious knowledge. But I did grow up with questions—about life, about purpose, about what happens when we leave this world, and about why the heart sometimes feels so full… and other times, so empty.
By waseem khan5 months ago in Motivation
The Best Education for Children
Story: The Best Education for Children “What’s the best education for children?” It’s a question that parents across cultures, countries, and generations have asked—whispered in playgrounds, typed into search engines late at night, or worried silently while watching their child struggle with homework.
By waseem khan5 months ago in Education
The Coin I Almost Believed In
Story: The Coin I Almost Believed In I still remember the first time I heard the word crypto. It sounded like something out of a sci-fi movie. Mysterious. Futuristic. Dangerous. And I, sitting in my tiny apartment with half a pizza and a barely functioning laptop, was hooked from the start.
By waseem khan5 months ago in Confessions
Rekindling My Childhood Love for Writing
Story: There was a time when I believed words could fix everything. I was eight years old when I wrote my first story. It was about a time-traveling pigeon who rescued lost socks from dryers. The plot made little sense, but I remember the feeling that coursed through me as I scribbled page after page in a wide-ruled notebook: a quiet kind of joy, like building a secret world no one else could see unless I let them.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Confessions
Grief Is Just Love with Nowhere to Go
Grief Is Just Love with Nowhere to Go They told me grief would come in waves. They didn’t say some waves would come years later, quiet and sneaky, in the middle of doing dishes, or folding laundry, or hearing a song you forgot they loved.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Motivation
The Year My Father Became a Stranger
The Year My Father Became a Stranger I used to know my father like I knew my own heartbeat. There was a rhythm to us, once. In the way he’d toss me a soccer ball on Sunday mornings, or how we’d listen to Motown in the car without saying much, both of us humming along. We weren’t talkers—we were doers. Our love was built on shared silence, gentle nods, and the kind of quiet comfort you only find when you truly belong somewhere.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Families
Kindness Tastes Like Lemon Tea. AI-Generated.
I never liked tea. Not the bitter green kind, not the herbal kind my mom kept insisting would help me “balance out,” and definitely not the flowery ones that tasted like wilted garden petals. But I drank it anyway—every day at 4:15—for nearly four months, sitting at a round table by a window in Mrs. Calloway’s faded yellow kitchen.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Fiction
