Sudais Zakwan
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Sudais Zakwan – Storyteller of Emotions
Sudais Zakwan is a passionate story writer known for crafting emotionally rich and thought-provoking stories that resonate with readers of all ages. With a unique voice and creative flair.
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Time Travel
No one knew what condition their families might be in now. Perhaps they had already lost hope of ever seeing them again. Adil and Saleem were close friends, but Adil was different from other children. He often saw strange and vivid dreams, and many of them later seemed to come true. One day, Adil told Saleem seriously, “I saw in my dream that today your cat will get injured.” Saleem laughed it off and replied, “It’s not necessary that every dream you see comes true.” Adil fell silent. His friends never fully believed him. They only said that whatever he dreamed happened by coincidence.
By Sudais Zakwanabout 4 hours ago in Fiction
The Story of a Kite
Children, this is the story of a kite that had been circling around a large pigeon house for many days. It was constantly watching, waiting for the right moment to swoop down and snatch a flying pigeon so it could satisfy its hunger. However, the pigeons were very agile, clever, and fast flyers. Whenever the kite tried to catch one of them, the pigeon would quickly escape.
By Sudais Zakwanabout 4 hours ago in Motivation
The Table of Seven
The Table of Seven Eight-year-old Saif often wished he possessed a magical power—one that could instantly fulfill any desire he made. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, this wish never came true. He attempted many different ways to make his dreams a reality, but nothing worked. One day, while wandering toward the forest with these thoughts troubling his mind, Saif encountered something truly unexpected.
By Sudais Zakwanabout 4 hours ago in Fiction
A Stormy Night
The night was dark and bitterly cold. Rain began early in the morning and continued relentlessly until two o’clock. Water had collected in many low-lying areas of the city, making movement difficult for people. Strong winds accompanied the rain, cutting off electricity in nearly half of the city. Lanterns and candles glowed dimly inside homes, and families carried out their essential tasks in that faint light.
By Sudais Zakwanabout 17 hours ago in Horror
The Ghost of the Letter Box
If you ever visit Seventh Street in Sukh Nagar, you will find nothing extraordinary there. It is an ordinary street lined with large houses whose gates open onto the road. Old trees and plants grow in front of the houses. On the wall of one house, a bougainvillea vine spreads its branches, blooming with pink flowers. Beneath that wall stands a red letter box. The vine bends over it gently. These days, the letter box is rarely used, but years ago, people used to drop many letters into it.
By Sudais Zakwanabout 17 hours ago in Fiction
How Do Ants Recognize One Another?
Ants are among the most organized and disciplined creatures on Earth. Despite their tiny size, they live in highly structured communities where recognition, cooperation, and division of labor play a vital role. One of the most fascinating aspects of their life is how ants recognize members of their own colony and immediately identify strangers or enemies.
By Sudais Zakwanabout 17 hours ago in Earth
Trust in Allah
Many years had passed since I last spoke loudly to my mother. I still vividly remember the words my father spoke that day, which silenced my voice and left a deep impression on me. He said, “Son, if after all your education you have not learned how to treat your elders, then don’t even think about going to college tomorrow. What is the use of education if it doesn’t make you a good human being? Even an uneducated man sifting mud outside a goldsmith’s shop often earns more than many educated people.” Those words stayed with me, shaping my understanding of respect, morality, and the real purpose of learning.
By Sudais Zakwanabout 23 hours ago in Filthy
Happiness
In the northern region of India, there was a beautiful and clean village called Tara Pur. This was at a time when the sun’s rising and setting painted the sky in golden hues, the sweet song of the koel bird filled the air, the cooing of pigeons and chirping of sparrows created a lively symphony, and women would carry pots to fetch water from the well. Farmers worked diligently in their fields, and everywhere, lush greenery stretched as far as the eye could see, making it appear as if someone had laid out a green carpet across the village. These simple, natural sights delighted the hearts of the villagers.
By Sudais Zakwanabout 23 hours ago in Families
I Am a Paper
Dear children! I am a notebook, my price is only 100 rupees. I am white, with red and green lines printed on me, and my cover is laminated in black with the monogram of “Chaand Copy House,” which adds to my dignity. I lived proudly at Haji Book Depot, surrounded by other notebooks and copies that were less beautiful and cheaper than me. Among them, the yellow notebooks made from low-quality paper seemed very inferior, and I used to feel proud that I was different.
By Sudais Zakwanabout 23 hours ago in Journal
The Moon of Hope
Years of conflict had cast long shadows over Commander Wail’s homeland. Even as a child, he had been surrounded by conversations of war. His parents, both doctors, often stayed awake at night, anxious over the safety of their country, the devastating consequences of battles, and the lives of countless children. Young Wail would return from school, his mind heavy with thoughts, hearing his classmates discuss the horrors of war. He often wondered why everyone seemed consumed by fear and destruction.
By Sudais Zakwanabout 23 hours ago in Art
