Syed Ali Shah
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Books were my sanctuary, Now, as a dedicated engineer, precision is my realm. But the passion for writing still whispers, like a ghost in the night. Stories never left me; they simply transformed.
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The Mystery of the Missing Mangoes. AI-Generated.
It was a blazing summer afternoon in Lahore, and 5-year-old Shani Bhai couldn’t contain his excitement. He had just returned from the market with Grandma, proudly clutching a heavy basket of ripe, golden mangoes. These were no ordinary mangoes; they were his mangoes, chosen with the precision and passion only a mango enthusiast could muster.
By Syed Ali Shahabout a year ago in Confessions
Azlan and the Clock Disaster. AI-Generated.
It was year 2030 and a chilly Friday evening in London, and 12-year-old Azlan sat in the living room, pretending to do his homework while secretly plotting his next "adventure." His 7-year-old sister, Irha, was busy munching on a bag of chips she wasn’t supposed to touch. Their parents were busy preparing for Saturday morning when guests were coming over to meet Grandma, who had just flown in all the way from Pakistan.
By Syed Ali Shahabout a year ago in Families
The Dawn of Innovation: Arshan Shah's Legacy. AI-Generated.
In the bustling city of Technopolis, nestled in the heart of a sprawling, futuristic metropolis, lived a brilliant and curious scientist named Arshan Shah. From a young age, Arshan was fascinated by the transformative power of innovation, driven by a desire to create a better world through science and technology.
By Syed Ali Shahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Painting Day: A Moment of Expression and Connection. AI-Generated.
The week had passed slowly, a mixture of small, unfamiliar moments and growing confidence. Each day Kiswa returned home with a new word, a new game, a new song, her mother eagerly awaiting her stories. Though the weight of her initial fears had lifted, they hadn’t disappeared entirely. There were still times when she felt like an outsider, moments when her feet didn’t quite touch the ground. Yet, as the days passed, the sensation of being lost was replaced with the quiet excitement of discovery.
By Syed Ali Shahabout a year ago in Families
The First Step Beyond Fear. AI-Generated.
Chapter Two: The Softening of Fear The first week of school unfolded like a series of gentle steps, each one less daunting than the last. In the mornings, Kiswa would wake up, the fear that had gripped her heart in the days before now reduced to a small knot, buried deep in her chest. It was still there, but it no longer held her in its fierce grasp. Each morning felt like a quiet victory, a small act of courage in a world that was growing a little more familiar.
By Syed Ali Shahabout a year ago in Education
I Want to Find Comfort By The Gate. AI-Generated.
In the twilight hours before dawn, Kiswa lay in bed, her small frame trembling under the weight of an impending journey. The house was quiet, save for the occasional creak of the wooden floorboards. Outside, the night was calm—too calm, Kiswa thought. The world seemed to hold its breath, as if sensing her unease. She clutched her favorite teddy bear, its fur worn smooth from years of affection. It smelled faintly of her mother’s perfume, a mixture of jasmine and sandalwood, but tonight it brought little comfort.
By Syed Ali Shahabout a year ago in Families
