Fiction

Colors of Her Silence
Meher was never loud. Not in voice, not in presence. As a child, while others ran and laughed, she sat with a pencil and paper, tracing the world around her—the curve of a leaf, the shadow on a wall, the way light fell through the window at different times of day. Words never came easily, but lines did. Colors, too.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Art
AI killed my coding brain but I’m rebuilding it.
In recent years, artificial intelligence has revolutionized the way we work, learn, and solve problems. In the realm of programming, AI-powered tools like code autocompleters, intelligent debuggers, and even full code generators have made writing software faster and easier than ever. While these tools can be incredibly helpful, there’s a growing number of developers—including myself—who feel that leaning too heavily on AI has dulled their own coding instincts and problem-solving skills. In other words, AI killed my coding brain. But I’m not giving up; I’m rebuilding it.
By Hanifullah6 months ago in Art
The Accidental Artist
Vikram Sharma had never considered himself creative. Not really. Sure, he once tried making samosas from scratch and nearly set off the smoke alarm, but that was more chaos than artistry. At forty, he worked at a bank, wore the same shade of blue shirt every Monday, and found excitement in perfectly aligned sticky notes.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Art
The Power and Significance of Art in Human Culture
Art has always been a quiet yet powerful companion to humanity. Long before written language, our ancestors left marks on cave walls—handprints, animals, symbols—sharing glimpses of their lives, fears, and dreams. These early expressions weren’t just decoration; they were meaning made visible. That same impulse lives on today, whether in a child’s scribbled drawing, a street musician’s melody, or a carefully crafted novel.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Art
Judas' Gospel presented in a world premiere at the Locarno Film Festival. Producer Tiziana Rocca: “The figure of Judas now has a human portrait, disturbing and poetic.”
The movie Judas' Gospel was screened today out of competition at the Locarno Film Festival. "It is an honor for me to be at the Locarno Film Festival - says Tiziana Rocca, producer with Agnus Dei production - Judas is portrayed in a new light, one that has never been seen in cinema before. He is no longer just a traitor; he is a person like us, with his own vulnerabilities and uncertainties”. The movie offers a new perspective thanks to its talented cast, which includes Giancarlo Giannini, Rupert Everett, Paz Vega, Abel Ferrara, Vincenzo Galluzzo, Ada Roncone, Darko Peric, and John Savage.".
By Elena6 months ago in Art
How We Read Ourselves
📖 How We Read Ourselves By Haroon In the quiet corner of the café, Marla sat hunched over her notebook, sipping lukewarm espresso and tracing her pen along the creases of the page. The words were hers—at least she believed they were. Her handwriting, curled and deliberate, danced across the paper in a way that felt too poetic to belong to her in real life.
By Muhammad Haroon6 months ago in Art
The Painter of Forgotten Faces
In a narrow alley where the cobblestones were worn smooth by time and silence, there lived a woman named Imaan. Her home was a crumbling stone building with ivy curling around its windows like old thoughts clinging to the mind. She kept to herself, speaking only when spoken to, and even then, her words were few and soft, like the brush of a feather on paper.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Art
Where the Moon Hides. AI-Generated.
In the tucked-away village of Eldermoor cradled between whispering forests and the jagged edges of the sea-cliffs the moon was more than just a pale ornament in the sky. To the people there, it was a guardian. Every night it spilled silver light over the crooked rooftops and cobblestone streets, lighting the path for lovers’ quiet walks and shepherding children’s dreams.
By Muzamil khan6 months ago in Art
The Brush Between Worlds
Tucked between a subway entrance and a glass-fronted café in the heart of the city stood a small, unassuming studio with peeling blue paint and a hand-lettered sign: Zehra’s Corner – Paint. Breathe. Be.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Art
When the Curtain Wouldn’t Rise
The old theater of Silverwood was a relic of better days. Its red velvet seats, once plush and inviting, were now faded and torn, a testament to years of use and neglect. Dust settled in corners, and the stage floor creaked underfoot, but the town held onto the tradition of the annual play festival like a precious jewel.
By Najeeb Scholer6 months ago in Art
The stranger in the park
I was there waiting impatiently. My kids all jubilant Excited. I was not in happy mood. I do not like the parks or leisure grounds
By Dinesha Perera6 months ago in Art
AI, Therapy, and the Human Touch
🤖 AI, Therapy, and the Human Touch Can Machines Really Understand What We Feel? By Haroon The first time Lena spoke to an AI therapist, she didn’t expect much. It was a Tuesday, the kind of day that felt like background noise. She had just come home from work, her inbox still echoing in her head, and her heart carrying the weight of a breakup that had left her feeling more invisible than heartbroken.
By Muhammad Haroon6 months ago in Art