Sudais Zakwan
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Sudais Zakwan – Storyteller of Emotions
Sudais Zakwan is a passionate story writer known for crafting emotionally rich and thought-provoking stories that resonate with readers of all ages. With a unique voice and creative flair.
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Argentina vs France
The 2022 FIFA World Cup final was like a movie - so exciting that nobody could believe it was real! It happened on December 18, 2022, in Qatar, a small country in the Middle East. This was the first time the World Cup was played in winter instead of summer because Qatar is super hot in the summer.
By Sudais Zakwan4 months ago in Gamers
The Earth's Last Breath
What if I told you that one day, everything will just... end? I'm not talking about the end of a movie or a game, but the real end of the world. It’s a scary thought that people have always wondered about. So, let’s break down what science and history tell us might actually happen on the very last day.
By Sudais Zakwan5 months ago in Horror
Is AI the End of Humanity, or Its Greatest Evolution?
The words "Artificial Intelligence," or AI, often paint two very different pictures in our minds. For some, it's a bright vision of a future where machines solve our toughest problems, cure diseases, and free us from boring tasks. It's a world where human potential soars, supported by tireless digital helpers. For others, AI conjures a darker image: a cold, robotic future where humans become irrelevant, jobs disappear, and perhaps, our very existence is threatened by machines we can no longer control.
By Sudais Zakwan5 months ago in Education
Ronaldo: The Tears Behind the Trophies
1. Leaving Madeira at Age 11 When Ronaldo was 11, he left his home in Madeira to join Sporting Lisbon’s academy. It was super hard for him. He missed his family, felt lonely, and struggled with homesickness. His accent was mocked, and adapting to a new city/culture was painful.
By Sudais Zakwan5 months ago in Motivation
When Our Shadows Touched
When Our Shadows Touched written by [sudaisduranky] It was near sunset when I first noticed it—how our shadows stretched long on the pavement, running ahead of us like children racing toward the horizon. We were walking side by side, just close enough that the thin strips of fading light between our silhouettes began to blur. At one point, I looked down and saw it clearly: two distinct outlines, dark and imperfect, leaning toward one another. And then—without permission, without even our awareness—they touched.
By Sudais Zakwan5 months ago in Families
Every Street Remembers You
Every Street Remembers You It was a small town, built with narrow lanes, leaning trees, and walls that always seemed to overhear secrets. People often said that the town forgot nothing. And maybe that was true, because every time I walked through its streets, I felt like the walls whispered your name.
By Sudais Zakwan5 months ago in Humans
