Love
The Language of Love
Emma Whitman, a travel blogger from Seattle, had always been drawn to languages that spoke to the soul. Urdu, with its poetic elegance, fascinated her deeply. She enrolled in a three-week course in Islamabad, not knowing that this journey would lead her to something far beyond alphabets and grammar – it would lead her to love. Her instructor, Zayan Ali, was a man of quiet charm, deeply rooted in his culture. Their first meeting was simple – a polite greeting and a shared smile – yet an invisible thread seemed to pull them toward each other. Each day, Zayan introduced Emma to new words, but more than the language, it was his passion for poetry, art, and the beauty of expression that captivated her. “This word,” he said one afternoon, writing محبت (mohabbat) on the board, “means love. But in Urdu, it is more than a word. It is a feeling you carry in your soul.” Emma repeated softly, “Mohabbat…” and Zayan felt the syllables echo in his chest like a whisper he could not ignore.
By Aman Ullah5 months ago in Fiction
The Message Written in the Sky
It was a quiet night, and the world seemed to hold its breath under a canopy of stars. Ali, a 22-year-old astronomy student, sat cross-legged on the rooftop of his modest house, his telescope angled toward the sky like a silent sentinel. Since childhood, he had been fascinated by the stars, often wondering if they were more than just glowing specks of gas suspended in an infinite void. But tonight, the stars had something unusual to share.
By Aman Ullah5 months ago in Fiction
something is wrong here
I sit by the window. I’ve opened it a crack, gentle breeze caressing the curtains. I’ve already assessed the view outside—it is not the problem. Not the thing that is making me itch in an untouchable discomfort. An intangible minute difference.
By Raine Neal5 months ago in Fiction
(Moments That Feel Like Destiny)
Part One: The First Meeting In the journey of life, sometimes moments arrive that change everything. Lahore, a city always alive with its noise, lights, and restless energy, was drenched in soft rain that evening. The air smelled of wet soil, and the streets shimmered like silver threads.
By New stAr writer 5 months ago in Fiction
✨ "The Princess Who Walked on Gold and Found the Fruit of Patience" ✨. AI-Generated.
What if every step you took turned into gold, and every laugh you gave bloomed into flowers—yet envy, betrayal, and hardship still tested your destiny? This is the tale of a hidden princess whose greatest gift was not her miracles, but her patience.
By Ihtisham Ulhaq5 months ago in Fiction
