Muhammad Hashim
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The Weight of Blue
The lake never changed, not really. It was the one place that still looked the same in a world that had moved on. Trees swayed gently at its edge, brushing the water with fingers of shadow. The wind hummed a tune that only the broken-hearted recognized, and the clouds overhead drifted like unspoken thoughts. This was where Jonah came every year, on the same date, with the same weight in his chest that no amount of time could loosen.
By Muhammad Hashim9 months ago in Poets
A Letter to My Younger Self
Dear Younger Me, I’m writing to you not from a place of perfection, but from a place of understanding. I’ve lived through the years you’re about to face — the awkward ones, the heartbreaking ones, the deeply uncertain and quietly beautiful ones. And while I won’t spoil the ending, I will offer you the wisdom I wish someone had handed me when I was still in your shoes.
By Muhammad Hashim9 months ago in Confessions
Wheels of Fate
In the final days of the Moving Age, when cities no longer stood still and the world had forgotten what it meant to be rooted, the earth groaned beneath the weight of steel titans. The Traction Cities, once built to survive, had become predators — devouring the weak to fuel their survival.
By Muhammad Hashim9 months ago in Futurism
The Silence I Spoke
For most of my life, I was fluent in silence. I could hold a conversation with my eyes, express sorrow through my smile, and scream without making a sound. It wasn't because I had nothing to say — it was because I had learned early on that speaking carried consequences. And so, I swallowed my voice like medicine that burned going down, hoping it would heal me from something I couldn’t name.
By Muhammad Hashim9 months ago in Confessions
Eternally Yours: A Love That Time Couldn't Touch
Rain pattered against the glass dome of the museum’s time exhibition, a soothing rhythm that blended with the hush of visitors' footsteps. Elise wandered between artifacts—dusty clocks, faded letters, broken compasses—pieces of history once held by hands now long gone. She wasn't looking for anything in particular. Or at least, that’s what she told herself.
By Muhammad Hashim9 months ago in Men
The Day Everything Changed
It was a Tuesday, the kind of day no one expects anything from. The skies were stubbornly gray, coffee was bitter no matter how much sugar I added, and my inbox was overflowing with emails I didn't care to answer. I was 28, living in a cramped one-bedroom apartment in a city I didn’t love, working a job that paid well but quietly siphoned the soul from my bones.
By Muhammad Hashim9 months ago in Confessions
Whispers Between the Lines: A Story They Never Told Out Loud
She found the letter tucked between the last few pages of an old novel—Wuthering Heights, its cover frayed and spine cracked with time. A book her mother once read aloud on long monsoon nights, her voice trembling as though she lived inside each page.
By Muhammad Hashim9 months ago in Confessions
What Happened When I Gave Up My Phone for 30 Days
I didn’t plan on giving up my phone for 30 days. It wasn’t a grand act of rebellion or a spiritual quest. It started with a dropped phone, a spiderweb of cracks, and the dreaded realization that it was going to take a month for the replacement to arrive. I could have gone to a store and bought a temporary fix. Instead, I took a breath and decided to try something radical—I leaned into the inconvenience. I went phoneless.
By Muhammad Hashim9 months ago in Motivation
The Voice of Creative Minds
In a quiet town nestled between mountains and mist, there was a place called The Echo Chamber—not a hall of repetition, but a sanctuary for those who dreamed louder than they spoke. Inside its ivy-covered walls, artists, writers, musicians, and misfits gathered every Thursday night to share their work. No rules. No judgment. Just expression.
By Muhammad Hashim9 months ago in Writers
The Day Everything Changed
They say change comes slowly. But for me, it arrived in a single sentence. It was a warm August morning, and the air smelled like asphalt and sunlight. I was sitting in the break room of the law office where I’d worked for almost seven years, sipping my second cup of coffee and scrolling through my emails. The usual—clients complaining, partners delegating, and somewhere in between, a message I almost didn’t open.
By Muhammad Hashim9 months ago in Motivation
