Shahid Zaman
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Should Human be afraid of AI ? The truth reveals
Artificial Intelligence isn’t something of the future anymore — it’s here. It’s in the smartphones that recognize our voices, the apps that suggest what to watch, and the systems that predict what we might want to buy next. AI is quietly shaping the world around us.
By Shahid Zamanabout 21 hours ago in Futurism
Sheikh Chilli and The Pot of Milk
In almost every village, there is someone whose imagination runs faster than reality. In South Asian folk tales, that person is Sheikh Chilli. He isn’t cruel or foolish in a harmful way — just endlessly dreamy. His thoughts always take him somewhere else, and that’s exactly what makes his stories funny and memorable. One bright morning, his mother handed him a clay pot filled with fresh milk. “Take this to the market,” she said. “Sell it carefully and bring the money back home. And this time, don’t get distracted.” Sheikh Chilli nodded confidently. “Don’t worry, Ammi. I’ll handle everything perfectly.” He balanced the pot carefully on his head and set off toward the market. The sun was gentle, the road quiet. Birds chirped in the neem trees, a stray dog barked somewhere near the fields, and the faint smell of fresh earth and cow dung filled the air. Perfect for walking, perfect for daydreaming. And daydreaming was what Sheikh Chilli did best.
By Shahid Zamanabout 22 hours ago in Humor
The day I change my story
It was a September Saturday that felt almost stubbornly bright — the kind of day that insists you go outside one last time before fall closes in. I packed all four kids into our minivan and drove to the office I had built from scratch, a five-attorney law firm that now felt like someone else’s life. The lease was about to end. Bankruptcy papers were waiting on my desk at home. The silence in the empty offices pressed on me, heavier than any briefcase I had ever carried. But I wanted one last memory here, something my children could look back on and smile. We brought in baskets full of rubber balls — some bigger than my youngest, a two-year-old who seemed to have enough energy for a dozen adults. For the next two and a half hours, the hallways rang with laughter, screams, and bouncing balls. The office smelled of dust, sunlight, and the faint scent of furniture polish. Somewhere in all that chaos, the past and the future didn’t matter. There was only this moment, this strange, fleeting victory over life’s failures. That day, I realized something quietly important: you don’t need a lottery ticket or a viral post to change your life. Sometimes, all you need is to rewrite the story you’re telling yourself.
By Shahid Zamanabout 22 hours ago in Journal
When the Train Didn’t Stop
The express train was not supposed to stop at Mehran Junction. It never did. People in the compartment had already arranged their bags for Karachi. Some were half-asleep. Others were scrolling through their phones, waiting for the familiar rush of the city to begin. When the train slowed down unexpectedly, a few passengers looked up, confused. Then it stopped. No announcement. No explanation. Just the sound of the engine breathing heavily in the evening heat. Ayaan closed his laptop with irritation. He had been reviewing notes from his interview in Lahore — a multinational company, a glass building, a salary package that would finally make things “stable.” At least that’s what he kept telling himself. He checked the time. “Yaar, why here?” someone muttered behind him. Ayaan glanced out of the window. The faded board read: Mehran Junction. For a second, it meant nothing. Then everything.
By Shahid Zamanabout 22 hours ago in Humans
The Letter He Never Opened. AI-Generated.
The letter arrived on an ordinary afternoon. Arman noticed it only because the envelope looked different from the usual bills and promotional flyers. It was cream-colored, slightly creased at the edges, and addressed in handwriting he hadn’t seen in years.
By Shahid Zamanabout 24 hours ago in Fiction
