yasir zeb

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The Girl Who Planted Sunflowers in the Graveyard
In a garden of graves, she planted hope. Most people in town tried to ignore the graveyard. It sat just off the main road, tucked behind the shuttered textile mill, surrounded by a rusted iron fence that hadn’t been painted since anyone could remember. The stones leaned like tired shoulders, many of them nameless, some split in half by frost and time. Nobody had been buried there in decades. Nobody visited—except her.
By yasir zeb7 months ago in Fiction
The Day My Shadow Walked Away"
I remember the exact moment it happened. The morning sun had just begun to paint long golden streaks across my apartment floor. I was brushing my teeth, half-asleep and already tired, when I noticed the empty space beside me in the mirror. My toothbrush paused mid-stroke. The usual silhouette that mirrored me—slightly slouched, quiet, obedient—was missing.
By yasir zeb7 months ago in History
“Letters from the Dead Room”
By Yasir Zeb I moved into Apartment 3B of the Camber well Arms on a bitter Tuesday in November, the kind of day where even the clouds look like they’ve given up. The building had been sitting half-empty for years, cloaked in a silence that felt too deliberate. It was cheap, and I was broke. The landlord didn’t ask many questions. Neither did I.
By yasir zeb7 months ago in 01
What I Didn’t Say at the Funeral
I didn’t speak at your funeral. I sat in the second row, behind Aunt Mel and your church friends, and watched the slideshow flicker across the screen—your smile looping in grainy photos, your laughter reduced to silence. I kept my hands folded in my lap, fingers digging into my own skin to keep the tears from falling too soon.
By yasir zeb7 months ago in Confessions
My Mother Was a Storm
My mother was a storm. Not a thunderstorm that rolls through and moves on. No, she was a tempest that lingered—quiet one minute, screaming the next. I learned early that sunshine was only borrowed time. Her moods changed like skies over open water, and I was a small boat, learning to sail by instinct alone.
By yasir zeb7 months ago in Humans
Across the Border: The Wars Between India and Pakistan
When the midnight bells of August 15, 1947, rang across the Indian subcontinent, they did not herald peace—they sounded the birth of two nations, and the seeds of a conflict that would echo across generations.
By yasir zeb8 months ago in History