Wings of Time
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I'm Wings of Time—a storyteller from Swat, Pakistan. I write immersive, researched tales of war, aviation, and history that bring the past roaring back to life
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The Ceasefire That Didn’t Hold
The Ceasefire That Didn’t Hold The morning after the clash felt heavy, as if the sky itself was unsure whether to stay peaceful or turn violent again. After the long night of explosions and gunfire, both India and Pakistan had agreed to a temporary ceasefire — a fragile thread holding two storm clouds apart.
By Wings of Time 3 months ago in Humans
The Night the Borders Caught Fire
The Night the Borders Caught Fire Nobody expected war that night. The border was unusually quiet, the air still, the night sky stretching wide over the mountains like a sleeping giant. At 12:43 AM, only the crickets moved, whispering across the dark fields.
By Wings of Time 3 months ago in Earth
Sky of Glory - When Pakistan Stole the Dubai Airshow
Sky of Glory - When Pakistan Stole the Dubai Airshow Dubai Airshow has always been a place where the world gathers to witness the future of aviation. From commercial giants to military superpowers, every nation arrives hoping to impress. But the 2025 Airshow will be remembered not for new technology—but for a moment that shocked thousands and changed the spotlight instantly.
By Wings of Time 3 months ago in Earth
The Day the Dog Turned - 19 November 2025
The Day the Dog Turned - 19 November 2025 Morning has a strange way of fooling us. It begins softly, quietly, making us believe the entire day will be peaceful. But on 19 November 2025, that calm morning betrayed me. I woke up feeling fresh, with a clear mind and no worries. The cool air from the mountains made the morning even more peaceful. Birds were chirping, the streets were still waking up, and everything looked normal.
By Wings of Time 3 months ago in Humans
The Ceasefire That Didn’t Hold
The Ceasefire That Didn’t Hold For three days, the border had been filled with fire, smoke, and fear. Then the ceasefire came — a thin thread of hope, fragile like glass. For the first time in seventy-two hours, the guns went quiet. Families returned from camps. Soldiers stepped back from their positions. Reporters lowered their cameras.
By Wings of Time 3 months ago in Fiction
The Day the Sirens Returned
The Day the Sirens Returned It happened on a day that began just like any other. People woke up. Shops opened. Children went to school. Farmers stepped into the fields. But before noon, a rumor spread like wind across WhatsApp groups, radio chatter, and roadside conversations:
By Wings of Time 3 months ago in History
When the Border Caught Fire Again
When the Border Caught Fire Again The world had not expected it—not again, not after decades of fragile peace, not after endless promises that history would never repeat itself. But history has a stubborn habit of returning, especially in places where wounds never truly healed.
By Wings of Time 3 months ago in History
Laila and Majnoon
The Love That Refused to Die Long ago, in the wide and whispering deserts of Arabia, lived a young man named Qais. He belonged to a respected tribe, but he was known not for his strength or wealth—he was known for his heart. Qais had a rare gift for poetry, a softness that made him see beauty in every corner of the world. To him, the desert was never empty; it breathed, it sang, it carried secrets.
By Wings of Time 3 months ago in Humans
The Promise Under the Banyan Tree
The Promise Under the Banyan Tree Days passed gently after Zoya’s return to the village. The river, the fields, and even the dusty paths seemed to look different when she walked beside Amir. They still didn’t call it love out loud, but everyone who saw them knew what was slowly forming.
By Wings of Time 3 months ago in Humans
When Paths Return to the River
When Paths Return to the River The morning sun was just beginning to rise over Shalmani village when Amir heard the quiet knock on the old wooden gate. He opened it slowly, expecting a neighbor, a farmer or maybe a cousin. But it was Zoya.
By Wings of Time 3 months ago in Earth
Where the River Drew Us Together
Where the River Drew Us Together In the quiet village of Shalmani, where fields shone like gold every evening and the air smelled of wet soil, life moved slowly. People woke with the sun, worked with their hands and trusted the land that fed them. It was a place where every small sound meant something. The call of a rooster, the wind in the wheat and the river that carried stories from one season to another.
By Wings of Time 3 months ago in Earth
