Muhammad Abdullah
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Crafting stories that ignite minds, stir souls, and challenge the ordinary. From timeless morals to chilling horror—every word has a purpose. Follow for tales that stay with you long after the last line.
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A Wise Woman
In a quiet village nestled between rolling hills and ancient woods, lived a woman named Elira. Her house sat at the edge of the forest, half-covered with ivy, with wind chimes made of glass bottles swaying in the breeze and wild herbs growing along the stone path. People said she had been born under a crescent moon, that she could speak with birds, and that time never touched her skin. Children whispered her name with a mix of fear and wonder: the Wise Woman of Linden Hollow.
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Humans
Three Half-Witted Sons and the Miserable Father
Once upon a time, there lived a man named Harold Finnigan in a quiet English village tucked between green hills and sleepy rivers. He was a widower, a cobbler by trade, with fingers worn smooth from decades of stitching soles and mending the weary feet of men. Harold was a man of soft-spoken dignity and patience, a soul both battered and brightened by life’s troubles. His misfortune, however, did not lie in his aching knees nor in his shrinking clientele, but rather in the curious folly of his three sons.
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Humans
Soft Walls of the Room
There are rumors that I assaulted a man using a clock as a weapon. I don’t remember doing it, of course — that’s the first thing I told the nurse. The detective. The woman with the kind voice and cold eyes. They all nodded like it was a bedtime story they'd heard too many times before.
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Horror
Our Independence Day
Our Independence Day, at its core concept, is the independent gasp of a nation—an intangible instant condensed into history, memory, and legend. It is not so much a date enumerated by flags and parades; it is a throb of liberty, a transcendent liberation from the silences of servitude. By definition, Independence Day is the yearly celebration of a nation's freedom from foreign rule, colonial occupation, or tyrannical authority. But under this technicality is a maze of feelings, philosophies, and obligations beyond the ink of historical proclamations.
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Writers
The Independence Day
Independence Day, in its truest essence, is the independent gasp of a nation—an intangible instant condensed into history, memory, and legend. It is not so much a date enumerated by flags and parades; it is a throb of liberty, a transcendent liberation from the silences of servitude. By definition, Independence Day is the yearly celebration of a nation's freedom from foreign rule, colonial occupation, or tyrannical authority. But under this technicality is a maze of feelings, philosophies, and obligations beyond the ink of historical proclamations.
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Humans
The House With the Red Gate
It is a saying that an old woman lives in the house with the red gate on the edge of Buraq Street. No one remembers when she arrived, or if she ever did. The house smells of cinnamon and old pages, and the wind chimes only sound when no one’s looking.
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Fiction
The Second First Time
They met again beneath the wisteria-covered trellis at the old train station—where years ago, teenage hearts had whispered promises too fragile to hold. The air still smelled of jasmine and engine smoke, but this time, time itself moved differently—like it held its breath for them.
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Fiction
