Mystery
Across Two Worlds: A Dreamer's Tale of Love and Power
Lena had always known that she was different. For as long as she could remember, she had been able to enter other people's dreams. It was a gift, or perhaps a curse, that had both fascinated and frightened her.
By Shabana Tabasum3 years ago in Fiction
Murder in the Shadows: A Tale of Love and Revenge
Assalamu Alaikum, my name is Aisha, and I am a NYPD detective. I come from a Muslim family and grew up in a community where everyone knows everyone. It’s been years since I’ve been back, but I’ve been called home to solve a murder case. The victim, a young Muslim man named Amir, was found dead in his home. Upon arriving at the crime scene, Amir’s family greeted us. Everyone was in tears, especially my mother. I could see her trying to control her feelings but her pain was too much to bear.She came to me and asked who did this to her son I asked if I knew I promised her that I would do everything in my power to find the killer and that I would do so with the utmost care and respect for her community. She understood the importance of protecting the dignity of her family. I started researching apartments. The door was locked from the inside, so it was clear that the killer was still inside when he left the crime scene. The apartment was a mess, with overturned furniture and broken dishes on the floor. There were signs of struggle, but it was clear that the victim was not putting up much resistance. I began asking Amir’s neighbors if they had seen or heard anything that would help identify the suspect. One of his neighbors, a Muslim woman named Fatima, heard loud noises coming from Amir’s apartment around midnight and thought it was a fight or quarrel between him and his girlfriend. Without thinking, he fell asleep again. I asked Fatima if she knew who Amir’s girlfriend was and she replied that she had never met her. She said Amir was a quiet man who kept to himself and only saw him in a passing hallway. She also saw a man wearing a hoodie inside the building a few times, but she said she didn’t give it much thought. I decided to visit the local mosque to see if anyone knew the Amir or had any information that would help me investigate. I spoke with an imam who told me that the Amir was a regular at the mosque and very popular in the community, he said that the Amir was a devout Muslim and that he prayed five times a day. , said that he was always ready to help anyone in need. I asked the Imam if he knew anything about Amir’s girlfriend or the man in the hoodie that Fatima had mentioned. He said he had never seen either of them before and could not think of anyone who would have tried to harm Amir. I left the mosque in frustration. The investigation seemed to have stalled. However, on my way back to my car, I noticed a young Muslim man sitting on a bench near a mosque. He was deep in thought and didn’t notice my approach. “Excuse me,” I said. “I’m Detective Aisha from the New York Police Department. I’m investigating Amir’s murder. Do you have any information to help me with this case?” The young man looked at me with tears in his eyes. “I’m sorry, I don’t know anything about murder,” he said. “But I knew Amir. He was my friend.” I sat next to him and asked him to tell me more about Amir. A young man told me that he and Amir grew up together in the same neighborhood. They attended the same school and played on the same soccer team. He said that Amir is a kind and gentle person who always puts others before himself.He also said that Amir has recently suffered from depression and is seeing a therapist. I thanked the young man for the information and gave him my card in case he thought of something that might help our investigation. As I drove back to the police station, I couldn’t help but think about Amir’s mental health issues. I knew firsthand how difficult it is to deal with mental illness in a Muslim community where there is often a stigma against asking for help. Back at the police station, we assembled the team to discuss our findings. It seemed stuck with no real clues or suspects. However, one of his colleagues of mine suggested that I should take a closer look at Amir’s therapist. A review of her therapist's files revealed that she had been reprimanded by the state government for prescribing drugs without authorization. We also learned that she had been accused of cheating by several of her former clients. We decided to visit her to see if she knew anything about Amir’s murder. When we got to her office, she was surprised to see us. We told her we were investigating the murder of one of her clients, Amir, and asked if she had any information that could help us.She looked nervous and restless. That made us even more suspicious. After some questioning, she finally admitted to having an affair with Amir.She fell in love with him and said he wanted to leave his girlfriend and be with her.But she told him that she was married and could not leave her husband, he got angry and threatened to expose their relationship. She went to her Amir’s apartment and tried to convince him, but he turned violent and attacked her.She defended herself with a knife, but she didn’t want to kill him, she said. Said. She burst into tears and asked us for forgiveness. We arrested the therapist and charged him with second-degree murder. As I took her in her handcuffs, I thought about how tragic the whole situation was. Two lives were ruined by a forbidden love and a moment of violence. However, justice was done and Amir’s family was finally able to close down. As I walked out of the police station, I couldn’t help but feel proud of my team and the work I had done. We solved a difficult case with limited resources and with the utmost care and respect for the Muslim community. I knew it, but I was grateful for the opportunity to serve my community and hold those who were wronged to account.
By Rana Zeeshan Tariq3 years ago in Fiction
“The Uninvited: When Friends Turned Frightening” Part 2
What I saw there surprised me completely… There were splashes of blood on the wall and blood dropping to the floor from the ceiling. Due to the dim light, it wasn’t quite obvious, but as I turned the light on, I saw the blood drops that fell on me. I screamed like hell and frightened everyone around me. My wife came running to me and asked if I was alright. I blacked out and all I heard were voices, asking if I was alright. I don’t know what had gotten into me as I was quite the brave one in the house.
By CHAMP TAHA OFFICIAL3 years ago in Fiction
The Uninvited: When Friends Become Frightening
I am a young man in his twenties who lives in a quiet countryside, managing my farm and spending a peaceful life there. My wife also stays with me and we both work on the farm and earn enough to live a good life. I won't say it, but my house is located in a rather creepy place, surrounded by woods and a decades old abandoned house not so far away
By CHAMP TAHA OFFICIAL3 years ago in Fiction
Betrayal Among the Stars
The year was 2087, and humanity had finally achieved interstellar travel. The first manned mission to explore the nearest habitable planet outside our solar system, Proxima Centauri b, was underway. After a six-year journey, the team of astronauts had finally arrived at their destination and landed on the planet's surface.
By Ahmet BOLEL3 years ago in Fiction
A Journey to a Distant Planet
Once upon a time, there was a curious and adventurous astronaut named Alex. Alex had always dreamed of exploring the unknown reaches of space, and one day his dream became a reality when he was selected to join a mission to explore a distant planet.
By Jananan Sandajeshan3 years ago in Fiction
