Muhammad Rehan
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Nest in the Storm. AI-Generated.
In the corner of an old brick wall, where a rusted water pipe hung unused and forgotten, two small birds found shelter. They were ordinary in appearance — brown-feathered, quick-winged, and quiet. But in their hearts burned an extraordinary determination to build a home in a world that often showed little mercy to the fragile.
By Muhammad Rehan9 months ago in Motivation
The Last Door on Maple Street. AI-Generated.
Maple Street was the kind of place where nothing ever happened—or so it seemed. Children played hopscotch on the sidewalks, neighbors exchanged cookies during the holidays, and the lawns were always trimmed like they were in competition with each other. But no one ever talked about the last house at the end of the street.
By Muhammad Rehan9 months ago in Fiction
The Truth About Success No One Wants to Hear . AI-Generated.
Why Hard Work Isn’t Always Enough—And What Truly Sets People Apart When I was a child, I believed success was like a staircase. Every step was a piece of hard work: study hard, be kind, show up early, stay late. Keep climbing, and eventually, you’d reach the top.
By Muhammad Rehan9 months ago in Criminal
The Truth Beneath My Smile: A Story I Never Meant to Tell. AI-Generated.
They say the brightest smiles often hide the darkest secrets. If that’s true, then mine was practically blinding. All my life, I’ve been told how cheerful I am. “You’re always so positive,” they say. “I wish I had your energy,” they smile. What they don’t realize is that it takes effort—exhausting, relentless effort—to keep that smile in place.
By Muhammad Rehan9 months ago in BookClub
The Library of Living Spells. AI-Generated.
I found the library by accident—or so I believed at the time. I had ducked into an alley to escape the pouring rain, the kind that soaks you to the bones in seconds. That’s when I saw the door. It was carved from dark wood and bore a symbol that pulsed faintly with blue light—like a heartbeat. I didn’t hesitate. I turned the brass handle and stepped inside.
By Muhammad Rehan9 months ago in Fiction
The Quiet Hours Held the Loudest Secrets. AI-Generated.
I’ve always been a light sleeper. The smallest creak or whisper would pull me from sleep like a hook in water. Living alone on the third floor of a century-old apartment building in the quieter end of town only made that habit worse. But it wasn’t until last winter that I started noticing something…off.
By Muhammad Rehan9 months ago in Cleats
How One Ordinary Afternoon Turned Extraordinary. AI-Generated.
It was a Thursday like any other. The sky was overcast, soft gray clouds blanketing the city in a quiet hush. I had just wrapped up a long morning of online classes and was heading out to grab a coffee from the small café two blocks from my apartment. My headphones were in, my thoughts were scattered, and my mood was… average. Not sad, not happy—just flat.
By Muhammad Rehan9 months ago in Art
Whispers of the Starborn Realm. AI-Generated.
No one knew exactly where the Starborn Realm began. Some said it floated between dimensions, tethered to the last breath of a dying constellation. Others believed it lived within the soul of those chosen by the stars. But for Kaelen, it began the night the stars fell—and whispered his name.
By Muhammad Rehan9 months ago in Photography
The Moment I Realized Life Wasn't Going Back to 'Normal. AI-Generated.
There wasn’t one single moment that changed everything. No loud bang, no dramatic goodbye. It was more like a quiet, slow unraveling—a thread pulling loose until suddenly, I was standing in the middle of my life and barely recognizing it.
By Muhammad Rehan9 months ago in Fiction
What Really Happened: The Untold Truth Behind My Social Media Break. AI-Generated.
Start writing...Why I Logged Off, What I Learned, and How It Changed Me I didn’t plan to disappear. One day I just stopped replying, stopped posting, stopped checking. At first, it was accidental—a missed notification here, an ignored message there. But by the end of that week, I realized I hadn’t opened Instagram or Twitter in days. And more surprisingly, I didn’t miss it.
By Muhammad Rehan9 months ago in Chapters
This Is What Healing Really Looks Like (Hint: It’s Ugly). AI-Generated.
A true story of broken pieces, silent battles, and the slow, messy climb back to myself. I wish I could tell you that healing looks like yoga mats, green smoothies, and motivational quotes on pastel backgrounds.
By Muhammad Rehan9 months ago in Education
