shakir hamid
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A passionate writer sharing well-researched true stories, real-life events, and thought-provoking content. My work focuses on clarity, depth, and storytelling that keeps readers informed and engaged.
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The Last Train Home. AI-Generated.
It was almost midnight. The station clock ticked toward 11:55 p.m., and the wind carried the smell of steel, smoke, and loneliness. Ravi stood on the nearly empty platform, holding a worn-out suitcase that had traveled with him through five years of broken dreams.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Motivation
Unlock Your Six-Pack: The Simple & Realistic Way to Build Abs. AI-Generated.
Everyone dreams of having a strong, toned core and visible abs. Six-pack abs are not just a sign of fitness — they represent discipline, confidence, and self-respect. But let's be honest: most people think getting abs means starving yourself, doing 1,000 crunches a day, or living in a gym.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Lifehack
The Art of Choosing Yourself: Self-Love & Self-Respect as a Way of Life. AI-Generated.
There comes a time in life when you stop chasing validation, stop begging for space in people’s hearts, and stop shrinking to make others comfortable. That moment — when you finally choose yourself — is the beginning of true self-love and self-respect.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Lifehack
SINS OF SUDAN — The Ghost Lion Rises. AI-Generated.
The desert night in Omdurman was silent, yet heavy — the kind of silence that came only after bodies stopped screaming. The moon hung like a cracked coin in the sky, pale and exhausted. Under its ghost-light, a boy stood barefoot in the sand, staring at flames devouring the only home he knew.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Criminal
The Window Everyone Forgets. AI-Generated.
When Rehan moved into the quiet hill cottage, he wasn’t looking for magic — only silence. After years of city noise, heartbreak, and a life that felt too heavy to carry, he wanted peace. The cottage was old, wrapped in moss and forgotten flowers. Locals told him it once belonged to a writer who disappeared without a trace.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
Letters From The Room That Doesn't Exist. AI-Generated.
Aarav had always been fascinated by old buildings, especially the abandoned Willowcrest Manor — a weather-beaten mansion at the edge of town, wrapped in vines like nature was trying to bury it. Locals said it was cursed, swallowed by time and sorrow.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
Whispers Beneath the Willow. AI-Generated.
There was a willow tree at the edge of the village — tall, ancient, and always trembling, even when the wind was still. No one went near it after dark. The elders said the roots were tangled around something not meant to be disturbed.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Horror
