Samaan Ahmad
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I'm Samaan Ahmad born on October 28, 2001, in Rabat, a town in the Dir. He pursued his passion for technology a degree in Computer Science. Beyond his academic achievements dedicating much of his time to crafting stories and novels.
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Where Truth Stood Alone in a Crowded Room. AI-Generated.
Where Truth Stood Alone in a Crowded Room The conference hall buzzed with voices, laughter, and the clinking of glasses. It was the annual Gala of the City Council, where politicians, businessmen, and media personalities mingled under golden chandeliers, discussing deals, alliances, and reputations. Among them walked Amir Khan, a journalist whose pen had always hunted for the truth—even if it meant standing against the tide.
By Samaan Ahmad5 minutes ago in BookClub
The Price Tag on a Clean Conscience. AI-Generated.
The Price Tag on a Clean Conscience Arman sat by the dusty window of his small office, staring at the rain streaking down the glass. The city outside seemed to reflect the turmoil inside him—gray, chaotic, and restless. For months, he had been struggling with a moral decision that gnawed at his heart. He had always prided himself on living with integrity, but now, temptation had knocked on his door, and the stakes were high.
By Samaan Ahmad6 minutes ago in Lifehack
Corruption Has a Shadow—This Is Its Name. AI-Generated.
Corruption Has a Shadow—This Is Its Name In the city of Gulshanpur, there was a saying: “Every shining building hides a shadow.” People whispered it quietly, never daring to confront the truth. But young Aamir, a fresh graduate, believed he could change that. Armed with idealism and a notebook, he stepped into the world of government offices, hoping to serve honestly.
By Samaan Ahmad8 minutes ago in BookClub
The Honest Man Who Outlived the Lie. AI-Generated.
The Honest Man Who Outlived the Lie In the bustling town of Mirpur, there lived a man named Imran, known for his unwavering honesty. He ran a small grocery shop inherited from his father. While the world around him had begun to value shortcuts and cunning over truth, Imran had one rule: honesty above all. Whether selling a kilogram of sugar or a packet of tea, he never cheated a customer, even if it meant earning less.
By Samaan Ahmad10 minutes ago in Education
Paper Walls and Iron Lies
Paper Walls and Iron Lies The city of Verdant Heights was a maze of glimmering skyscrapers and narrow alleyways where sunlight struggled to touch the ground. Behind the glossy facades and sleek towers, secrets festered, hidden beneath layers of civility and whispered agreements. Among the inhabitants was Ayaan, a young journalist who had grown tired of living in a world where truth was a luxury few could afford.
By Samaan Ahmad12 minutes ago in BookClub
A Voice Measured in Bribes. AI-Generated.
A Voice Measured in Bribes In the heart of Shahpur, a town where the lanes whispered secrets and the market stalls hummed with life, lived Imran Malik, a man whose words had once carried weight. People would listen when he spoke at the town council meetings, not because he demanded attention, but because he spoke the truth. Yet, in Shahpur, truth had begun to have a price.
By Samaan Ahmad16 minutes ago in Education
The Day Honesty Became a Crime. AI-Generated.
The Day Honesty Became a Crime In the city of Daryan, honesty had once been a cherished virtue. People smiled when a neighbor returned a lost wallet, praised a student who admitted a mistake, and trusted each other with the smallest secrets. But change, as it often does, crept in silently.
By Samaan Ahmad17 minutes ago in BookClub
When Truth Learned to Whisper. AI-Generated.
When Truth Learned to Whisper In the small town of Mirzaabad, people spoke freely, too freely. Gossip was like air—unseen yet everywhere. The truth, bold and loud, once roamed these streets without fear, leaving nothing hidden. But over time, the people grew weary of its harshness. Truth was blunt; it hurt, it shattered, it embarrassed. So one day, it vanished. Not entirely, but it learned to whisper.
By Samaan Ahmad31 minutes ago in History
Ink Costs Less Than Blood, But Not Today. AI-Generated.
Ink Costs Less Than Blood, But Not Today The slogan was painted on the wall outside the newsroom in thick black letters: Ink Costs Less Than Blood. It had been there since before I joined, a reminder passed down like an heirloom. We said it to comfort ourselves when threats came in by phone, when anonymous notes slipped under the door, when our names appeared online with red circles drawn around them. We said it to believe that words—printed, published, preserved—could stop violence before it spilled.
By Samaan Ahmad34 minutes ago in BookClub
The Silence That Refused to Be Bought. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
In Barakpur, silence was not emptiness—it was a transaction. People spoke softly, if at all. Questions were swallowed before reaching the tongue. Everyone understood the unspoken rule: say nothing, lose nothing. Speak up, and pay dearly.
By Samaan Ahmad38 minutes ago in Education
The Price of an Honest Voice. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The Price of an Honest Voice In the small town of Mehrabad, corruption was not a secret—it was a routine. People whispered about it in tea shops, joked about it in buses, and accepted it at government offices as if it were a tax of life. Files did not move without envelopes, signatures were bought with favors, and truth was considered a luxury no one could afford.
By Samaan Ahmadabout 3 hours ago in Motivation
