Muhammad Abdullah
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Crafting stories that ignite minds, stir souls, and challenge the ordinary. From timeless morals to chilling horror—every word has a purpose. Follow for tales that stay with you long after the last line.
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Juneteenth: The Liberty We Celebrate, The Chains We Keep
I. They say freedom rang on June 19, 1865. Two and a half years late, but freedom—like most things in America—took the scenic route through oppression, confusion, and polite delay. General Granger arrived in Galveston, Texas, with news that the enslaved were—imagine this—already free. The chains had been outlawed. And so the broken were told they were no longer broken, the owned were told they had never truly been owned, and the dying were told to get up and live.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Humans
The Beautiful Lies We Breathe
I was born human. I am told this every day—not by fact, but by function. By the way I’m asked to smile when I don’t feel like smiling. To believe when doubt lingers. To love while my heart is tired. To chase when I’ve forgotten why I run. This is not a complaint. It’s a confession. And like every good confession, it is human.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Humans
When Horror Came to Speak
He came with tales like coiling smoke, With fingers long as funeral notes. His eyes, two bottomless pits of dread, Where lost men fall and never tread. He sat by me — not near, but in, The horror of him not on his skin — But in his breath, in every sound, That reached my soul and spun it 'round.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Poets
Plastic Hearts in Concrete Gardens
I passed a tree today— Or was it a lamppost shaped like one? Its leaves made of solar panels, Photosynthesizing data instead of sun. A man stood beside it, Scrolling through the void, Searching for meaning In an algorithm’s ploy.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Poets
The First Time We Breathe
I don’t remember the first time I breathed. No one does. Yet somehow, it defined everything that followed. That first cry wasn’t just air filling lungs—it was existence announcing itself. And from that moment onward, every “first time” became a thread in the tapestry of being human. We stumble, we reach, we burn, we break—and we become.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Humans
