Stream of Consciousness
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
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
I'm Not Normal, and That's Perfectly Normal
Why “Different” Shouldn’t Mean “Wrong” Chores can be fun! Work can be interesting. Relationships can be fulfilling, meaningful, even beautiful. But these things don’t happen on autopilot. They require thought, intention, sacrifice, and a willingness to change. They take real effort, and often, a conscious decision to engage differently than we’re used to. Yet so often, when I try to bring up new ideas or suggest a better way of doing things—whether it’s how we share responsibility at home or how we communicate—I get told that I’m just being annoying. That I talk too much. That I should sit down, stop stirring the pot, and just accept the way things are.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast7 months ago in Humans
More Dangerous Than the Winged Bite
In the fever-thick jungles of dusk, she drones, Anopheles—needle-nosed, hunger-boned. She dances on air, a whisper of death, Syringe-laced with venom and stilled breath. Men curse her—the blood thief, the midnight wraith, That hums her hymns of parasitic faith.
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Humans
The Tough Time That Calmed My Future
There was a time when everything I touched seemed to fall apart. I was 28, living alone in a small apartment in the middle of the city, juggling a job I didn’t love and trying to hold together pieces of a life that looked fine from the outside—but inside, I was sinking. I had always been someone who planned everything. Schedules, savings, five-year goals—I didn’t just write lists, I lived by them.
By Fazal Hadi7 months ago in Humans
The Song Beneath the Silence
There is a silence in every man that sings a forgotten song. A song he hummed once in the arms of a father, beneath the banyan tree of his childhood, where the wind was wiser than men and the sky, like a canvas, listened. I write this not as a writer, but as a son who once listened—before time began to erase the music.
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Humans
