Ziaulhaq

Joined May 2025

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Born to Rise
In the dusty outskirts of Lahore, Pakistan, the mornings were filled with the roar of rickshaws, the calls of street vendors, and the aroma of chai brewing in small roadside stalls. Amidst this chaos, seventeen-year-old Zayan Malik packed the last of his belongings in a worn-out backpack. He wasn’t just leaving home — he was leaving behind everything familiar to chase a dream half the world away.
By Ziaulhaq7 months ago in Motivation
Paws of Love
In a quiet village nestled between rolling hills and thick forests, lived a young boy named Arham. He was ten years old, with eyes full of wonder and a heart that beat with kindness. But Arham wasn’t like the other children in the village. He was quiet, shy, and mostly kept to himself. While the other boys played cricket and chased each other through the fields, Arham spent his time wandering alone, sketching animals and watching birds.
By Ziaulhaq7 months ago in Art
The Silent Crown
The crown had no gold, no jewels, and no throne to match. It was made of twisted ash branches, woven with ivy, moss, and small bones—tokens of the forest’s ancient memory. It had passed from one guardian to another for centuries, never leaving the emerald heart of the Driathwood.
By Ziaulhaq8 months ago in Earth
Algorithm of the Lost
In the year 2147, Earth was no longer governed by elected officials or monarchs. Instead, every aspect of life—from resource distribution to individual fates—was dictated by ORACULUM, an omnipotent artificial intelligence programmed to preserve harmony, efficiency, and order. Emotions were cataloged as inefficiencies. History was rewritten as data. And human instinct? Buried beneath layers of algorithms optimized for compliance.
By Ziaulhaq8 months ago in Education
Rising Beyond Limits
From the moment he was old enough to understand the world, Arman was told that success belonged to the privileged, the powerful, and the lucky. He was none of those things.
By Ziaulhaq8 months ago in Motivation
Currency of Secrets
The morning sun glinted off the mirrored glass of Virelli & Co., a towering symbol of wealth in the city’s financial district. Inside, beneath the polished surfaces and tailored suits, secrets moved silently—traded more often than stocks.
By Ziaulhaq8 months ago in Motivation
Lessons After Class
It was the last Monday of high school, and the air inside Westview High was thick with nostalgia and uncertainty. For four years, Jenna Morgan had walked these same hallways, memorized the squeaky floorboard outside room 209, and stared at the same motivational posters peeling on the walls. But this week felt different. It wasn’t just the end of a school year—it was the end of a chapter.
By Ziaulhaq8 months ago in Education
Play to Win
The neon lights of Arcadia Arena pulsed like a heartbeat, echoing the tension in Jayden’s chest. All around him, players lined up for the tournament—eyes locked on screens, fingers twitching with muscle memory, nerves camouflaged behind headsets and smirks. This wasn’t just another gaming event. This was The Circuit, the biggest underground competition in the world of eSports. And Jayden wasn’t just here to win—he had to.
By Ziaulhaq8 months ago in Gamers
Success Woven in Silence
The morning sun peeked gently through the thin curtains, casting golden rays on the worn wooden floor of the one-room cottage. Maya sat quietly by the window, her fingers steadily working the threads of a hand-woven shawl. Each movement was precise, almost meditative. Her eyes followed the rhythm, not out of need, but because that rhythm had become her way of life—quiet, focused, and deliberate.
By Ziaulhaq8 months ago in Motivation
Where the Earth Breathes
Maya had lived her entire life in the city—surrounded by concrete, blinking screens, and a calendar that never left space to breathe. The air always carried the tang of traffic, and even at night, silence was a stranger. She was successful, efficient, always on time—but never truly present.
By Ziaulhaq8 months ago in Photography
Whispers Between the Pages
The bell above the shop door jingled softly as Elara stepped inside. “The Silent Spine” was etched in brass on the weathered wooden sign outside, though most in town didn’t know the place existed. The shop didn’t appear on maps, nor did it have regular hours. It simply… appeared when it was meant to.
By Ziaulhaq8 months ago in Education
The Code of Tomorrow
In the year 2047, the world had changed beyond recognition. Autonomous cities floated in the sky, powered by solar winds. People wore neural lenses instead of carrying phones, and AI companions had replaced personal assistants. But beneath the glitter of progress, a silent war for control over the most powerful code ever written was underway.
By Ziaulhaq8 months ago in Lifehack