Raza Ullah
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Raza Ullah writes heartfelt stories about family, education, history, and human values. His work reflects real-life struggles, love, and culture—aiming to inspire, teach, and connect people through meaningful storytelling.
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Echoes Among the Peaks
To many, mountains are just large pieces of earth—cold, high, and difficult to climb. But for those who seek something deeper, mountains are ancient teachers, silently watching the world for millions of years. This is the story of Amina, a young woman who left behind her busy city life to climb the towering peaks of the Karakoram range, searching not for adventure, but for peace.
By Raza Ullah7 months ago in Earth
Whispers of the Endless Sands
The desert is often misunderstood—a place seen as lifeless, barren, and punishing. But to those who dare to walk its golden expanse and listen carefully, the desert speaks. It tells stories of resilience, ancient secrets, and the quiet harmony of survival. This is the story of a young traveler named Samir, who ventured into the desert not just to cross it, but to understand it.
By Raza Ullah7 months ago in Earth
The Light Within
In a small village nestled between green hills and winding streams, there lived a man named Farid. He wasn’t rich, powerful, or famous. He owned a modest repair shop at the edge of the marketplace and lived in a simple home with his old dog, Bhola. Yet everyone in the village knew Farid—not because of what he had, but because of who he was.
By Raza Ullah7 months ago in Humans
Full Beyond Hunger
Riya had always loved food—its flavors, colors, textures, and the comfort it brought. But somewhere along the way, her love for food turned into a habit of overindulgence. Every time she felt lonely, bored, anxious, or even mildly happy, she reached for snacks. Chips after work, sweets during study breaks, late-night fast food—it all added up.
By Raza Ullah7 months ago in Feast
Whiskers of Calm
Ayaan had always been a quiet soul. Living alone in a busy city, he worked long hours in front of a screen, barely interacting with the world beyond his apartment walls. As time passed, the stress of deadlines, social isolation, and the growing weight of expectations took its toll on him. His once tidy home became cluttered, and his thoughts grew darker with each passing day.
By Raza Ullah7 months ago in Petlife
The Eternal Stone
In the golden sands of the Giza Plateau, beneath a sky that has watched over civilizations for millennia, stands a monument unlike any other — The Great Pyramid of Giza. Carved from stone and time, it is not just a structure, but a legacy written in limestone.
By Raza Ullah7 months ago in Wander
The Endless Wall
High above the misty mountains of northern China, where the wind sings through stone towers and the sky meets the earth, stretches one of the greatest feats in human history — The Great Wall of China. Built over centuries, brick by brick, life by life, it stands not just as a wall, but as a silent witness to the ambition, fear, and unity of an empire.
By Raza Ullah7 months ago in Wander
When the River Turned to Dust
Under the scorching sun of the Sindh desert, time seems to pause over the dust-covered ruins of Mohenjo-Daro, an ancient city that once pulsed with life. The wind carries forgotten whispers through its crumbling streets, speaking of a time when knowledge, architecture, and civilization thrived in the heart of the Indus Valley.
By Raza Ullah7 months ago in Wander
Tied by Heartstrings
In a house filled with sunlight and soft echoes of laughter, lived two siblings who were nothing alike on the surface—yet everything to each other. Ayaan, the elder by four years, was quiet and serious, always with a book in his hand or a plan in his mind. His younger sister, Hiba, was a burst of energy—curious, loud, emotional, and full of color.
By Raza Ullah7 months ago in Families
Laughter in the Little Things
It was a quiet Sunday morning, the kind that arrived slowly with golden light spilling through the curtains. The air in the house smelled of freshly brewed tea and cardamom, and the only sound was the soft hum of the ceiling fan spinning above. Outside, the neighborhood was peaceful. Birds chirped, children’s distant giggles floated in from the street, and everything seemed to rest—except for one kitchen, where joy was gently bubbling to the surface.
By Raza Ullah7 months ago in Families
