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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The Morning I Wrote the Truth
For a long time, I believed journaling was unnecessary. It felt indulgent, like something meant for people who didn’t have real responsibilities. My days were already full—work deadlines, family expectations, endless notifications. Sitting quietly with my thoughts felt like a waste of time. In truth, I wasn’t too busy. I was avoiding honesty.
By Sudais Zakwan7 days ago in Journal
The Stranger on the Train
Sami took the same train every morning, the 7:15 from the outskirts to the city center. He liked the routine, the predictability, the way the rhythmic clatter of wheels against rails seemed to organize his scattered thoughts. He usually sat in the same seat, by the window, earbuds in, pretending not to notice the other passengers. People came and went, faces blurred into the background, lives crossing his without consequence. Life, he believed, was to be observed quietly, not participated in.
By Sudais Zakwan7 days ago in Humans
The Marathon He Never Ran
Imran had always admired runners. Not the ones who won medals or set records, but the quiet ones who left early in the morning, laced up their shoes, and simply ran. They carried a rhythm in their steps that suggested control over life itself. Imran wanted that, though he couldn’t explain why. For him, movement had always been difficult—mentally, physically, and emotionally. Even the thought of running a single kilometer left him feeling defeated before he began.
By Sudais Zakwan7 days ago in Motivation
The Man Who Returned the Wallet
The wallet lay half-hidden under a thin layer of dust near the curb. Amir noticed it as he locked the shutters of his small convenience shop late one evening. At first, he considered leaving it. The city was unforgiving; minding your own business was sometimes the only way to survive. But the wallet’s weight, its slightly worn leather, and the sight of a photograph peeking from a corner made him pause. The photograph showed a young girl, smiling at the camera, her joy striking in its innocence. Something about it pulled Amir toward responsibility.
By Sudais Zakwan7 days ago in Criminal
The Night the Stars Answered Back. AI-Generated.
Yusuf used to believe the sky held answers. As a child, he would lie on the rooftop beside his grandfather, tracing invisible lines between stars and listening to stories about distant worlds. Back then, the universe felt alive, as if it noticed him looking back. As he grew older, responsibilities replaced curiosity. Bills, deadlines, and expectations pushed wonder aside. The sky became decoration—beautiful, but meaningless.
By Sudais Zakwan7 days ago in Wander
The Power of One Small Rule
Farhan had tried everything people recommended for self-improvement. Morning routines, productivity apps, motivational videos, strict schedules that collapsed within days. Each attempt began with enthusiasm and ended in quiet frustration. He always blamed his lack of discipline, believing some people were simply born better at managing life.
By Sudais Zakwan7 days ago in Lifehack
The Truth I Never Sent
The message sat in Rahim’s drafts folder for three years. It had no subject line, no emojis, no casual greeting to soften the weight of what followed. Just a block of text written late one night when honesty felt urgent and fear felt distant. By morning, fear always returned, and the message stayed where it was—unsent, unread, and quietly powerful.
By Sudais Zakwan7 days ago in Confessions
The Inheritance That Wasn’t Written
When the lawyer read the will, everyone leaned forward, expecting numbers, property details, and formal language. Instead, the room fell silent after the first page. There was no list of assets. No division of land. No mention of money. Only a handwritten letter addressed to the family.
By Sudais Zakwan7 days ago in Families
The Room with No Mirrors
Arman avoided mirrors whenever he could. Not because he disliked his reflection, but because it confused him. Every mirror showed a slightly different version—more confident at work, more tired at home, more hollow when he was alone. He often wondered which one was real, or whether any of them were.
By Sudais Zakwan7 days ago in Psyche
The Silence Between Us
Naveed had mastered the art of appearing fine. At work, he smiled on cue, delivered reports on time, and laughed at jokes that didn’t amuse him. At home, he ate quietly, watched television he barely followed, and slept early to avoid thinking. If anyone asked how he was doing, the answer came automatically: “All good.” It sounded convincing because he had practiced it for years.
By Sudais Zakwan7 days ago in Humans
The Day He Stopped Waiting
Ayaan used to believe that his real life would begin “someday.” Someday when he had more money. Someday when he had the right connections. Someday when circumstances finally aligned in his favor. Until then, he waited. He waited while scrolling endlessly on his phone, watching other people succeed, convincing himself that luck had chosen them and forgotten him. At twenty-four, he felt old without having lived, tired without having worked, and defeated without having truly tried.
By Sudais Zakwan7 days ago in Motivation
The House That Breathed. AI-Generated.
The old house at the edge of Darrow Village had been abandoned for decades. Children whispered about it in hushed tones, claiming that at night, shadows moved behind the cracked windows and strange sounds echoed from within. No one dared enter, not even the bravest teenagers. It wasn’t just old; it felt alive, as though the house had memories—dark, hungry memories that waited for someone foolish enough to cross its threshold.
By Sudais Zakwan8 days ago in Horror
