AFTAB KHAN
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Storyteller at heart, writing to inspire, inform, and spark conversation. Exploring ideas one word at a time.
Writing truths, weaving dreams — one story at a time.
From imagination to reality
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Whispers Beneath the Floorboards
When Ellie and her father moved into the crumbling old house on Ashford Lane, it was supposed to be a fresh start. The house was all they could afford after the accident that had taken her mother, the hospital bills, and the silent grief that lingered like smoke. Ellie didn’t complain. She was used to things being broken.
By AFTAB KHAN7 months ago in Art
The Five Doors to Wealth
In the dusty town of Karuma, where sun-baked clay homes lined crooked streets, lived a boy named Jalen. He was born into poverty — not the kind seen in documentaries, but the kind that wraps around your bones and whispers, “You’ll never leave.”
By AFTAB KHAN7 months ago in Men
Steps of Stone
In the modest town of Sangara, surrounded by hills that blushed orange at sunset, lived a 14-year-old boy named Tariq. He was the youngest son of a mason and a street-food vendor. Their home was built of stone and sweat, with no luxuries but filled with love, laughter, and a shared belief: Success is built, not given.
By AFTAB KHAN7 months ago in Humans
The Last Question
In the year 2142, humanity no longer asked how — they asked why. After centuries of wars, innovation, and collapse, Earth had entered the Age of Integration. Climate had stabilized, thanks to advanced AI climate regulators. Hunger was eradicated through AI-managed vertical farming. Disease was nearly gone, and transport was fully automated.
By AFTAB KHAN7 months ago in Futurism
Beyond the Horizon
In a dusty village tucked away at the edge of the Sonoran Desert, a boy named Arman was born under a sky that stretched endlessly above him. The people of the village lived simple lives — farming, crafting, and praying for rain. Electricity was rare, books rarer, but dreams… dreams were everywhere, even if few dared to chase them.
By AFTAB KHAN7 months ago in Futurism
The Bridge Between Us
In the quiet town of Eldenwood, nestled between silver birch forests and winding brooks, there lived two best friends: Lena and Milo. They had known each other since they were five, first meeting in a sandbox behind the town's little library. Lena was bold, always climbing trees and asking impossible questions. Milo was quiet, always drawing, observing, and finding meaning in the smallest details.
By AFTAB KHAN7 months ago in Motivation
The Fifth Bakery
Everyone in the neighborhood remembered the others: the four bakeries that had opened and closed within the same narrow storefront on Maple and 3rd. The first had great pastries but no business sense. The second had business savvy but no soul. The third... well, it caught fire. The fourth never made it to Christmas.
By AFTAB KHAN7 months ago in Art
The Paper Bird
Lena Marquez lived in a fading house at the edge of Saint Willow, a town so small it didn’t even have a stoplight. The paint peeled from its storefronts like old wallpaper. Children grew up, packed bags, and left. The ones who stayed carried their dreams like locked diaries — treasured but unopened.
By AFTAB KHAN7 months ago in BookClub
A Cup of Joy
In the heart of Cape Town, nestled between a bookstore and a flower shop, stood a little café called Amahle, meaning “the beautiful one” in Zulu. The owner, Zanele Ndlovu, was known for her honeybush tea and radiant smile. Locals said she poured sunshine into every cup. But if you had met Zanele five years earlier, you might not have recognized her.
By AFTAB KHAN7 months ago in BookClub
The Tenth Step
Marcus Lorne was a janitor in a public middle school on the outskirts of Chicago. At 52, he was heavy-set, quiet, and nearly invisible to the teachers and students who passed him in the hallways every day. He pushed a grey mop cart from corridor to corridor, often humming old Motown tunes under his breath, his knees aching from years of standing, scrubbing, and sweeping. Most people called him “Mr. Lorne” without ever looking him in the eye.
By AFTAB KHAN7 months ago in Education
