Ghalib Khan
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my name is Ghalib Khan I'm Pakistani.I lived Saudi Arabia and I'm a BA pass student
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“The Last Tree”
Little Aahil stood by the cracked window of his classroom, staring at the horizon where the mountains used to be green. Now they looked like faded paintings — brown, dry, lifeless. The teacher’s voice floated through the hot air, but Aahil wasn’t listening. His eyes were fixed on the single tree that still stood in the schoolyard.
By Ghalib Khan4 months ago in Earth
The Hands That Never Let Go”
The evening sky was turning orange when Amina stood by the kitchen window, her hands still wet from washing the dishes. The sound of laughter drifted in from outside — children running home from school, their shoes tapping rhythmically against the dusty road. Once upon a time, her son’s laughter was among them.
By Ghalib Khan4 months ago in Confessions
“The Last Letter”
The rain had not stopped for three days. It came in soft sheets against the window, washing away the dust but leaving behind a silence that felt heavier than the clouds above. Inside the small apartment, Ayaan sat at the wooden table, staring at the envelope in his hands. It was wrinkled now, worn from hours of being held but never opened.
By Ghalib Khan4 months ago in Lifehack
The Promise Beneath the Rain
The rain had been falling all evening, soft and steady, washing the streets in silver. In the small café at the corner of the old town, Ameer sat by the window, his coffee untouched. His eyes weren’t on the cup — they were on the empty chair across from him.
By Ghalib Khan4 months ago in Filthy
The Light in Her Window
Every evening at exactly 7 p.m., Hamza walked down the narrow lane that led to the small white house at the edge of the village. The villagers had grown used to the sight of him—an old man with a walking stick, holding a single red rose.
By Ghalib Khan4 months ago in Confessions
The Last Train Home
The clock struck 11:45 p.m. when Alina rushed into the train station, her scarf fluttering behind her. The last train was about to leave, and missing it meant being stranded all night. She ran through the crowd, her heart pounding—not just from the race, but from the message she’d received ten minutes ago.
By Ghalib Khan4 months ago in Lifehack
The Letter She Never Sent”
The old bookstore on Mall Road had seen countless seasons — summer dust, autumn leaves, and the endless rhythm of rain tapping against its windows. But for Ayaan, every morning began the same way: a quiet wait. He would sweep the floor, arrange the new arrivals, and glance at the clock above the door — not because he cared about the time, but because he knew who came through that door at 9:15 sharp.
By Ghalib Khan4 months ago in Lifehack
Changez Khan: The Man Who Changed the World
Eight hundred years ago, in the cold, windy lands of Mongolia, a boy was born who would one day shake the world. His name was Temujin, but the world would remember him as Changez Khan — or Genghis Khan, meaning “Universal Ruler.”
By Ghalib Khan4 months ago in History
Changez Khan: The Storm That Shaped the World
In the endless steppes of Mongolia, where the wind howls like a living spirit and life is a battle against the elements, a boy was born who would one day shake the world. His name was Temujin, but history would remember him as Changez Khan — Genghis Khan, the Great King of the Mongols.
By Ghalib Khan4 months ago in History
