Salman Writes
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Writer of thoughts that make you think, feel, and smile. I share honest stories, social truths, and simple words with deep meaning. Welcome to the world of Salman Writes — where ideas come to life.
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The Last Message I Never Sen
I typed the message three times before deleting it for good. Each version sounded wrong in a different way. Too dramatic. Too casual. Too late. I stared at the blinking cursor like it was waiting for me to say something brave, but all I could offer was silence.
By Salman Writes19 days ago in Fiction
The Chair by the Window
I didn’t realize how important the chair by the window was until no one sat in it anymore. It wasn’t a special chair. Just an old wooden one with a thin cushion that slid around when you stood up too fast. The paint had chipped near the legs, and one screw was always threatening to come loose. But every afternoon around four, my father would sit there, facing the street, cup of tea balanced carefully in his hand like it mattered.
By Salman Writes19 days ago in Fiction
The Last Letter on the Shelf
I never meant to leave it there. The old wooden shelf in the corner of the living room, stacked with books that smelled faintly of dust and sunlight, had always been my mother’s domain. She used it like a shrine—little trinkets, half-finished novels, pressed flowers, and, most importantly, letters. So many letters. Some she’d kept from decades ago, tied with ribbon, their paper edges soft and worn. Others were more recent, hastily scribbled notes of gratitude, apology, or love.
By Salman Writes20 days ago in Fiction
Instructions I Never Received
Not the polite kind people give you. The ones that say things like take your time or stay strong. I mean real instructions. Step by step. Like the ones that come with furniture, except no parts are missing and nothing ends up crooked.
By Salman Writes21 days ago in Fiction
What Walter Never Reads
If you are reading this, it means Walter trusted you enough to let you step inside the broom closet. Or maybe he did not notice at all. Either way, welcome. My name is Holly, and this notebook is not meant for me anymore. It is meant for you.
By Salman Writes21 days ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Hero 💔
On January 6, 2014, in a small town of Pakistan, history was written not by a soldier, not by a leader, but by a 15-year-old schoolboy named Aitzaz Hasan. He was an ordinary student with ordinary dreams, carrying his school bag and walking toward his school like thousands of other children do every day. But that day, Aitzaz did something extraordinary. He chose courage over fear, sacrifice over safety, and humanity over his own life.
By Salman Writes21 days ago in Writers
Masturbation: Understanding the Urge, the Habit, and the Way Out
Masturbation is one of the most misunderstood human behaviors. It is often discussed either with shame or with careless normalization, but rarely with balance. To understand it properly, we must step away from extremes and look at the real reasons behind it, the moments when it turns harmful, and the practical ways people regain control over it.
By Salman Writes29 days ago in Confessions
Why Generation Z Cannot Be Controlled
Generation Z cannot be controlled, not because they are naturally rebellious, but because the tools of control no longer work on them. Fear, propaganda, shame, and authority once kept people in line. Gen Z grew up watching those tools fail in real time.
By Salman Writes29 days ago in Writers
