Wings of Time
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I'm Wings of Time—a storyteller from Swat, Pakistan. I write immersive, researched tales of war, aviation, and history that bring the past roaring back to life
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The Boy Who Returned What Was Never His
The Boy Who Returned What Was Never His In a small, dusty town where everyone knew everyone else’s secrets, lived a 17-year-old boy named Rafiq. Life had never been gentle to him. His father died early, his mother worked in houses, and Rafiq often wandered the streets searching for odd jobs to earn a few coins.
By Wings of Time about a month ago in Chapters
The Thief and the Prince – Chapter 3: Peacock
Peacock Morning light broke gently across the forest as Kael and Arin followed a narrow path woven between towering ancient trees. Dew sparkled on the leaves like tiny crystals, and the air was cool enough to sting their lungs. It was the first time since their escape that Kael felt the world breathing again.
By Wings of Time about a month ago in Chapters
The Thief and the Prince – Chapter 2: Farewell, Paevia
Farewell, Paevia Dawn crept slowly over the kingdom of Althera, painting the sky in faint gold and silver, but the light could not soften what the land had become. Smoke still rose from the lower districts, and the cold wind carried the smell of ashes.
By Wings of Time about a month ago in Chapters
The Last Promise
A World War Story of Two Friends The winter of 1944 was colder than any soldier had ever known. Snow mixed with ashes, and every breath carried the taste of fear. Deep in the muddy trenches of France sat two young soldiers — Arvin Hale, just 19, and Jonas Reed, 20. They had left their homes with dreams, pride, and the belief that the war would end quickly. But the battlefield taught them otherwise.
By Wings of Time about a month ago in Humans
The Day I Became the Stranger Who Helped Someone Else
The Day I Became the Stranger Who Helped Someone Else Life has a quiet way of returning the kindness we once received—sometimes when we aren’t expecting it, and sometimes when we desperately need a reminder of who we are. Months after the stranger paid my café bill and helped me restart my life, something happened that made me realize how kindness moves through the world like a circle.
By Wings of Time about a month ago in History
The Stranger Who Paid My Bill
The Stranger Who Paid My Bill Rain has a strange way of making the world feel heavier. Streets shine, people walk faster, and emotions we normally hide start to rise to the surface. On such an evening — wet, cold, and full of thoughts — something happened to me that I still cannot forget.
By Wings of Time about a month ago in Lifehack
The Day Everything Changed
The Day Everything Changed Sometimes, life changes not in years, not in months, but in a single morning. That truth hit me on a day that began like any other: a simple, ordinary sunrise, the kind we see a thousand times and forget by evening. But that morning turned into one I will never forget.
By Wings of Time about a month ago in Earth
The Night the Drones Returned
The Night the Drones Returned The night was colder than usual in the small Afghan border village of Sarkha. Winter had already settled into the valley, and people were trying to sleep early under heavy quilts. But on this night, no one would rest. Shortly after 11:43 PM, the familiar and terrifying sound returned to the skies. A faint hum, a trembling vibration, a noise that every villager had learned to fear. The drones had come back.
By Wings of Time 2 months ago in Fiction
The Ceasefire That Almost Failed Again
The Ceasefire That Almost Failed Again Ceasefires in Afghanistan have never been simple. They are written on paper but lived in mountains—mountains that do not care for agreements, politics, or promises. And on the night of the latest regional crisis, that old truth returned with frightening force.
By Wings of Time 2 months ago in Fiction
How the Conflict Nearly Escalated into Full War
How the Conflict Nearly Escalated into Full War For years, the region had lived under a cautious balance—an invisible thread of pressure between Pakistan, India, and Afghanistan. Diplomats called it “controlled tension,” generals called it “the edge,” and civilians prayed it would never snap. But last week, the impossible nearly happened. For seventeen hours, the region stood just one wrong move away from a full three-front war.
By Wings of Time 2 months ago in Fiction
