Self-help
📖 Secrets of Silence
📖the city streets were drowned in the darkness of night. Alia and Zaryab’s car moved slowly toward the newspaper office. A strange silence lingered between them. Alia’s mind was still haunted by Anwar’s “Hit List.” The shock of seeing her own name written on it was eating her from the inside.
By dabeer hashmi5 months ago in Chapters
📖 Secrets of Silence
It was two o’clock at night. The narrow streets of the small town Noorabad were deserted and silent. The cold wind shook the branches of the trees, and dogs were barking somewhere far away. But suddenly, that silence was shattered by a blood-curdling scream. The scream was so terrifying that it felt as if someone’s soul was being crushed. Hearing it, a few neighbors nervously opened their windows, but the darkness was so deep that nothing could be seen. Moments later, the scream stopped. Only the sound of the wind remained. By the next morning, the entire town was in chaos. The news had spread: Anwar was dead — the same Anwar who ruled over the whole town with an iron fist. People hated him, yet they feared him. His body had been found in the garden of his bungalow. On his face were signs of horror, as though he had seen something at the moment of death that was beyond description. Aliya, a reporter for the Noorabad Gazette, arrived outside the bungalow early in the morning. Cameramen, journalists, and police had already gathered there. “Was this murder or an accident?” “Did Anwar’s enemies finally take revenge?” “Was that horrifying scream his?” People kept asking questions, but no one had the answers. Aliya pulled out her notebook and began taking notes. One thought kept echoing in her mind: “This isn’t just an ordinary story… there’s something hidden behind it.” At that very moment, her eyes fell upon a man standing away from the crowd. Tall, with deep eyes, and a strangely serious expression. Unlike the rest, he wasn’t making noise; he was silently observing everything Aliya froze for a second.
By dabeer hashmi5 months ago in Chapters
How to Reclaim Your Life in the Age of Endless Notifications
In today’s world, almost everyone is living two lives at the same time: one in reality and one online. We wake up to the sound of alarms on our phones, scroll through social media before even brushing our teeth, and fall asleep while our screens are still glowing. This constant connection to the digital world has made life easier in many ways, but it has also trapped us in cycles of stress, distraction, and shallow connections.
By Omar Khostai 5 months ago in Chapters
Doha Summit: Arab and Islamic Nations Meet After Israeli Strike on Qatar Amid Abraham Accords Anniversary
Less than a week has passed since the Israeli attack on Qatar, and already a joint summit of the Arab League and other Islamic countries is being held in the capital, Doha. Call it coincidence or something else, but this summit comes on the fifth anniversary of the signing of the “Abraham Accords.”
By Real content5 months ago in Chapters
Not That Woman
I was always enamored by Mary Kay ladies and the women at church potlucks. They were always pressed and perfumed, powdered and primped- like Lucy & Desi’s neighbors had walked out of the screen. Even then, they were a bit old-fashioned. But that Doris Day, Barbie aesthetic was powerful. It was reinforced by the Girl Scout Den Mother, who smelled like Aqua Net and Pine-Sol. The tidiest, prettiest ladies were the most listened to. They could walk for days in high heels and A-line skirts, then wash dishes in frilly aprons without breaking stride.
By Danielle Katsouros5 months ago in Chapters
The Rooster Who Would Not Be Quiet!
Imagine waking up in a village where every corner hums with life. Children laugh in the streets, neighbors greet one another in song, the kettle whistles cheerfully, and music spills out of windows like sunlight. This was La Paz—a place as colorful in sound as it was in spirit.
By Fazal Ur Rahman6 months ago in Chapters
