Salman Writes
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Writer of thoughts that make you think, feel, and smile. I share honest stories, social truths, and simple words with deep meaning. Welcome to the world of Salman Writes — where ideas come to life.
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The Surgeon Who Restored Dignity
The sixteenth century was a time of profound transition in Europe’s medical history. Anatomy, surgery, and the scientific study of the human body were gaining momentum, yet the restoration of the human face remained an almost impossible dream. In this fragile balance between tradition and innovation, an Italian physician and surgeon named Gaspare Tagliacozzi (1546–1599) emerged as a pioneer. His groundbreaking method of reconstructing the nose was not only centuries ahead of its time but also laid the foundation for what we now call modern plastic surgery.
By Salman Writes8 days ago in History
The Room That Still Knows My Name
I hadn’t been back in years, yet the house recognized me before I recognized myself. The gate creaked the same way it always had, a tired sound that felt older than metal. I paused for a moment, hand resting on the latch, as if the house needed time to decide whether I was still welcome.
By Salman Writes9 days ago in Fiction
A Seat at the Table
Mina never thought much about family dinners. She had her own apartment, her own life, and her own rules. She told herself she didn’t need anyone to share meals with, that she preferred solitude, and that cooking for one was simpler, cleaner. But tonight, the smell of roasted chicken drifting from her mother’s old kitchen down the hall made her pause. It wasn’t just the aroma—it was memory wrapped in warmth, and it clung to her like a familiar voice calling her home.
By Salman Writes13 days ago in Fiction
The Sound of Rain
The first thing I noticed was the sound. Not the gentle, polite drizzle that whispers against windows, but a persistent, almost stubborn rainfall that seemed determined to be heard. It filled the room with its insistent rhythm, a sound both familiar and strange, as if it were trying to tell me something I had long forgotten. I sat on the edge of my bed, laptop abandoned on my knees, and let it wash over me.
By Salman Writes13 days ago in Humans
The Room I Still Walk Into
I still walk into that room sometimes. Not with my body. With my mind. The real room no longer exists in the way it once did. The house changed owners. The walls were repainted. The furniture replaced. Someone else now opens that window without knowing how much weight it once held.
By Salman Writes15 days ago in Writers
The Man Who Smiled at Strangers
Every weekday morning at exactly 7:40, the same man stood outside the coffee shop and smiled at strangers. Not a wide, attention-seeking smile. Not the kind that demanded a response. Just a small, gentle smile, like he was acknowledging something simple and human that most people had forgotten how to see.
By Salman Writes15 days ago in Fiction
The Man Who Always Fixed the Chair
There was a chair by the window in my childhood home that never stayed broken. It wasn’t a special chair. Wooden, plain, slightly uneven. One leg shorter than the others, so it rocked if you weren’t careful. Over the years, it cracked, loosened, and complained every time someone sat down too hard.
By Salman Writes17 days ago in Fiction
The Last Receipt in My Wallet
I didn’t mean to keep the receipt. It was supposed to be trash, like all the others. A thin strip of paper from a corner grocery store, printed so lightly the ink was already fading. Milk. Bread. Two apples. Total: $4.83. The date sat quietly at the top, like it wasn’t important. But somehow, it ended up folded into my wallet, tucked behind my ID, where it stayed long after the milk went sour and the apples disappeared.
By Salman Writes17 days ago in Confessions
