Farhad

Joined November 2025

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The Year the Console Dreamed Bigger
By the time winter faded into spring, the PlayStation 5 no longer felt like a machine sitting quietly beneath the television. In 2026, it felt alive—like a doorway that opened wider with every announcement, teaser trailer, and whispered rumor drifting through gaming communities across the world. For players, this was not just another year of releases. It was a year of promise, when stories yet untold waited patiently inside glowing loading screens.
By Farhad2 months ago in Gamers
The Chalk That Never Truly Faded
Every morning before the sun fully rose, Mr. Aarif Khan unlocked the iron gate of the old school with the same quiet ritual. He did it slowly, as if the building itself needed time to wake up. The school was not grand—its walls were cracked, the paint peeled in places, and the windows rattled when the wind blew—but to Mr. Aarif, it was a sacred place. It was where minds were shaped, fears were softened, and futures quietly began.
By Farhad2 months ago in Motivation
The Legendary Coat That Refused to Retire
I own a coat, not merely cloth, But something closer to a myth. It’s not just worn—it has been through things, Survived the cold, endured my thrift.
By Farhad2 months ago in Men
The Lion and the Silent Lump
In the heart of the vast savannah, where golden grass swayed endlessly beneath the sun and the wind carried ancient secrets, lived a lion named Arvak. He was no ordinary lion. His mane was thick and dark like a storm cloud at dusk, his roar echoed across valleys, and his presence alone was enough to still the movements of prey and predator alike. Arvak was known as the King of the Plains, feared, respected, and admired.
By Farhad2 months ago in Fiction
Where My Heart Learned to Stay
My home does not stand out on any map. It is not famous, grand, or celebrated in photographs. Yet, to me, it is the center of the world—the place where my life first learned its shape, where memories cling to walls like quiet echoes, and where my heart always returns, no matter how far I wander.
By Farhad2 months ago in Families
The Whispering River
The river had always been alive. To the villagers, it was a lifeline, carrying water for crops, washing the clothes of families, and offering a cool refuge in the heat of summer. But to those who paused long enough to watch, the river was more than just a body of water. It was a living tapestry, pulsing with life, mystery, and stories whispered beneath the surface.
By Farhad2 months ago in Earth
Steps in the Dawn
The world awakes in gentle hues, As sunlight spills in golden streaks, Across the rooftops, fields, and dews, Where silence bends, yet softly speaks.
By Farhad2 months ago in Earth
Shadows of the City
The city never slept. Its streets were alive with neon lights, the hum of traffic, and the constant whisper of secrets. Beneath the towering skyscrapers and bustling marketplaces, a darker rhythm pulsed—a rhythm followed by men who had long abandoned the law, choosing instead the shadowed alleys and hidden corners where the rules of society no longer applied.
By Farhad2 months ago in Criminal
Beneath the Rippled Veil
The lake lay in a hidden valley, shielded by dense groves of willow and alder, its waters glinting like molten silver under the early morning sun. To the casual observer, it was simply a serene stretch of water, a quiet sanctuary where the world seemed to pause. But to those who truly observed, the lake was a living, breathing entity, brimming with secrets that danced beneath its surface.
By Farhad2 months ago in Proof
Echoes of the Solitary Reaper
Amid the golden waves of ripened grain, Beneath the vast, unending sky, She moves alone across the sunlit plain, A figure framed where earth and horizon lie.
By Farhad2 months ago in Wander
Whispers of Autumn
The trees stand tall, in solemn grace, Their branches tracing skyward space. Leaves like embers, fiery, bright, Dance in the wind, a fleeting light.
By Farhad2 months ago in Earth
Where Happiness Quietly Lives
Happiness does not always arrive with fireworks in its hands or applause trailing behind it. Sometimes it enters barefoot,
By Farhad2 months ago in Humans