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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Diversity and Inclusion
1) Well, first of all, I'd say "Hello!" to all of you, guys! Let us now In a village neither near nor far, suspended between epochs and ideologies, stood a colossal mirror in the heart of the city square. It was not of glass but of consciousness—a mirror that reflected not faces, but identities. And this village, quaint in form yet profound in intellect, was known as Variegata: a place where no two eyes beheld the world the same way, and no two minds dreamed the same dream.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Humans
Can Humans Generate Water?
✦ Introduction: The Tear We Forgot Water is more than H₂O. It’s a living poem, an ancient whisper, a divine signature on the parchment of Earth. It runs through rivers, veins, and dreams. But what if we lost it all? Could humans—masters of machines, marvels of modernity—generate what the heavens once gifted for free?
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Humans
Can AI Generate Water?
Prologue: Of Dust and Drops Water, the mother of rivers, the soul of mountains, the blood of life — and yet, the most taken-for-granted element on Earth. From ancient scriptures to modern laboratories, water has been declared life. But as humanity stares into the abyss of climate change, desertification, and corporate greed, a modern question echoes in the metallic halls of our civilization: Can AI generate water?
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Humans
Fable of Waterless Earth
In a future not so far, nor too near, Earth stood still. It did not spin, not metaphorically, not spiritually, not even emotionally. It gasped beneath the weight of its own drought. The rivers had forgotten how to flow, the seas had lost their blue to a ghostly gray, and clouds, once white ballerinas of the sky, now hovered as burnt ashes, scattering soot, not showers.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Humans
The Beauty of Humans
1) There was once a man who sat beneath the banyan tree, where the roots coiled like ancient fingers into the soil and the leaves murmured truths in the language of the wind. He was neither old nor young, neither black nor white nor in between. He was simply a man—human. And he was thinking. About beauty.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Humans
