fazalhaq

Joined August 2025

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Sharing stories on mental health, growth, love, emotion, and motivation. Real voices, raw feelings, and honest journeys—meant to inspire, heal, and connect.

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Cinders in the Air
My lips spark, and smolder — with dazzling desire to flame, to ignite with remarks. 🔥🔥🔥🔥 Every attempt to exclaim in agony
By fazalhaq4 months ago in Poets
The Window That Watched Me Sleep
I never thought much about the window in my bedroom. It faced the street, framed by two thin curtains that barely kept out the light from the lamp post outside. I’d lived in that room for almost six months before I noticed something was wrong.
By fazalhaq4 months ago in Horror
“The One Decision That Changed My Life Forever”
Life rarely announces when it’s about to shift. Most of the time, we walk through our routines assuming tomorrow will look exactly like today. But sometimes, one seemingly small choice becomes the earthquake that shakes everything into a new shape. For me, that decision came on an ordinary Tuesday evening, with nothing extraordinary about it—except the fact that it changed the entire trajectory of my life.
By fazalhaq4 months ago in Fiction
The Hollow Wind
The wind howled through the valley that day, not with rage, but with a quiet sort of ache—the kind that lingers after something breaks. It carried a voice, or maybe just the memory of one, brushing against the cracked windows of the old farmhouse where Clara had returned for the first time in twelve years.
By fazalhaq4 months ago in Humans
Moon Between Us
It’s midnight again. The kind of midnight that’s not just dark—but quiet in a way that presses against your chest. The kind where thoughts echo louder than any sound, and memories feel like they’re sitting beside you, whispering everything you’re trying not to think about.
By fazalhaq4 months ago in Fiction
Love Across the Miles: Our First Test After Marriage
Love Across the Miles: Our First Test After Marriage By Fazal Haq My name is Fazal Haq. I’m 21 years old, currently pursuing my Bachelor's degree in Business Administration (BBA) in another city. A few months ago, I married the love of my life — Aysha. She is 19 years old, and from the moment I met her, I knew she was the one I wanted to spend my life with.
By fazalhaq4 months ago in Marriage
“When the Moon Looked Like You”
Every night, the moon had a way of speaking to her. It wasn’t with words, but with light—soft, silver light that painted the darkness with whispers of memories. She first noticed it on the night he left, when the moon was full and impossibly bright. It hung low, like it was trying to stay close, as if it knew the ache that would settle into her heart.
By fazalhaq4 months ago in Confessions
The Heart of Being Human"
I don’t remember the exact moment I realized I wasn’t okay. It wasn’t dramatic. No screaming. No collapse on the floor. Just a quiet evening where the silence was too loud, and the weight of pretending was too much to carry.
By fazalhaq5 months ago in Humans
"The Days I Didn’t Want to Be Here—and What Saved Me"
Some stories are hard to tell, not because they’re unclear, but because they are too clear. So vivid, so real, that every time you speak them aloud, they hurt all over again. This is one of those stories.
By fazalhaq5 months ago in Fiction
“She Was My First Love, and My Last Goodbye”
I met her on a rainy Tuesday afternoon — the kind of day where the sky feels heavy, and the world moves a little slower. I was 17, reckless, and didn’t believe in anything permanent. Then she walked into the library wearing a red raincoat and holding a worn-out copy of The Bell Jar. She didn’t even notice me at first, and maybe that’s what caught me off guard. Most people looked, she didn’t.
By fazalhaq5 months ago in Fiction
Where Silence Holds Its Breath
— A story of memory, grief, and quiet resilience The house had been quiet for three days. Not the kind of quiet that brings peace — the kind that settles in, like dust in the corners. Heavy. Still. Watching.
By fazalhaq5 months ago in Fiction
When Darkness Drips
It started with a leak. Not water, not oil—something slower, thicker. It stained the ceiling above my bed like ink bleeding through fragile skin. I first noticed it on a Tuesday, the kind of gray day that leaves a taste of metal on your tongue. The kind where silence feels like it's holding its breath.
By fazalhaq5 months ago in Fiction

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Cinders in the Air

The Window That Watched Me Sleep

“The One Decision That Changed My Life Forever”

The Hollow Wind

Moon Between Us

Love Across the Miles: Our First Test After Marriage

“When the Moon Looked Like You”

The Heart of Being Human"

"The Days I Didn’t Want to Be Here—and What Saved Me"

“She Was My First Love, and My Last Goodbye”

Where Silence Holds Its Breath

When Darkness Drips

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