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Relationship satire can be cathartic; when love hurts too much, just laugh.
Diversity and Inclusion
1) Well, first of all, I'd say "Hello!" to all of you, guys! Let us now In a village neither near nor far, suspended between epochs and ideologies, stood a colossal mirror in the heart of the city square. It was not of glass but of consciousness—a mirror that reflected not faces, but identities. And this village, quaint in form yet profound in intellect, was known as Variegata: a place where no two eyes beheld the world the same way, and no two minds dreamed the same dream.
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Humans
Can Humans Generate Water?
✦ Introduction: The Tear We Forgot Water is more than H₂O. It’s a living poem, an ancient whisper, a divine signature on the parchment of Earth. It runs through rivers, veins, and dreams. But what if we lost it all? Could humans—masters of machines, marvels of modernity—generate what the heavens once gifted for free?
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Humans
Can AI Generate Water?
Prologue: Of Dust and Drops Water, the mother of rivers, the soul of mountains, the blood of life — and yet, the most taken-for-granted element on Earth. From ancient scriptures to modern laboratories, water has been declared life. But as humanity stares into the abyss of climate change, desertification, and corporate greed, a modern question echoes in the metallic halls of our civilization: Can AI generate water?
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Humans
Fable of Waterless Earth
In a future not so far, nor too near, Earth stood still. It did not spin, not metaphorically, not spiritually, not even emotionally. It gasped beneath the weight of its own drought. The rivers had forgotten how to flow, the seas had lost their blue to a ghostly gray, and clouds, once white ballerinas of the sky, now hovered as burnt ashes, scattering soot, not showers.
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Humans
The Beauty of Humans
1) There was once a man who sat beneath the banyan tree, where the roots coiled like ancient fingers into the soil and the leaves murmured truths in the language of the wind. He was neither old nor young, neither black nor white nor in between. He was simply a man—human. And he was thinking. About beauty.
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Humans
The Mirror of Many Colors
In a forgotten corner of the earth, hidden behind mountains that kissed the heavens and valleys that held ancient whispers, there existed a village known only as Aloria. It was not found on any map, for Aloria was not made of land but of a spirit—an idea that floated beyond borders. The villagers were artists, but not of brush and canvas. They painted with their hearts.
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Humans
Living Alone Wasn’t the Hard Part—Feeling Alone Was
How many times can a person come home to a place that doesn’t feel like home? You unlock the door. Silence greets you first. You turn on the light—only the walls light up. The darkness inside you stays the same. You make yourself a cup of coffee, because you once saw in some movie that coffee goes well with solitude. But no one told you—the steam doesn’t hold you when you need it most. It vanishes. Just like your voice does, when no one’s around to hear it.
By Luminous Veil7 months ago in Humans
The Bloomed Years: A Nature of Me
I was once a boy who didn’t know he loved nature—until it whispered to him in silence. I grew up in a small village where the morning came not with alarms, but with the chatter of sparrows and the hush of golden winds. Eighteen years passed in that Eden, and yet I did not count them. They moved through me like rivers: without resistance, without questions. I didn't know I was blooming. I only knew I was alive.
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Humans
