Hasnain Shah
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"I write about the little things that shape our big moments—stories that inspire, spark curiosity, and sometimes just make you smile. If you’re here, you probably love words as much as I do—so welcome, and let’s explore together."
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The People We Almost Loved
The People We Almost Loved By [Hasnain Shah] You never think much about the ones you almost loved. Not at first. They blur into the digital fog — faces you swiped left or right on, messages that fizzled into nothing, names that sounded perfect until silence took them.
By Hasnain Shah4 months ago in Fiction
Books That Healed Me
Books That Healed Me By Hasnain Shah There are moments in life when words are the only medicine that works. Not the words spoken by friends who mean well, not even the words I whisper to myself in the mirror—but the quiet, printed words that wait patiently between two covers, ready to catch you when you fall.
By Hasnain Shah4 months ago in BookClub
The Archivist of Forgotten Dreams
The Archivist of Forgotten Dreams By Hasnain Shah In Somnus City, dreams were currency. They shimmered like mist inside thin glass vials—blue for joy, silver for memory, crimson for desire. People lined up at dawn to sell what they no longer wanted to feel, trading nightmares for sleep and heartbreak for rent money. The city was built on the quiet hum of forgetfulness.
By Hasnain Shah4 months ago in Fiction
Midnight at the Lost-and-Found
Midnight at the Lost-and-Found By Hasnain Shah The train station wasn’t on any map. It appeared only at midnight — quiet and half-lit, as though it had been plucked from some forgotten dream and placed delicately between one day and the next.
By Hasnain Shah4 months ago in Fiction
The Memory Broker
The Memory Broker By Hasnain Shah The first thing I remember selling was my mother’s laugh. It was soft, golden, like sunlight on rippling water. A collector offered me 800 credits for it — a fortune at the time. I told myself I didn’t need it anymore; I still had the memory of her hands, the way she stirred coffee, the way she hummed “Fly Me to the Moon.” I figured one memory wouldn’t hurt.
By Hasnain Shah4 months ago in Fiction
The Sound of Forgiveness
The Sound of Forgiveness by [Hasnain Shah] It started with a song. Not just any song—the one Dad used to hum when we were little, when rain tapped the windows and Mom made tea that smelled like citrus and cloves. He’d whistle the melody softly, off-key but warm, while we sat cross-legged on the carpet, building forts out of couch cushions. “Someday,” he’d say, “you two will sing this together and remember this house.”
By Hasnain Shah4 months ago in Humans
The Year I Started Saying “No”
The Year I Started Saying “No” By Hasnain Shah It didn’t happen all at once. There wasn’t some cinematic moment of rebellion where I flipped a table and shouted, “No more!” It started quietly — like most revolutions do — with a small, almost invisible choice.
By Hasnain Shah4 months ago in Humans
