Autobiography

The Quiet Revolution of the 5 AM Hour
By Fatima Sami The world is loudest just before we enter it. By 9:00 AM, the air is thick with the hum of traffic, the ping of notifications, and the collective anxiety of millions of people rushing to be somewhere else. We spend our days reacting—responding to emails, answering questions, and putting out fires. But there is a secret window of time, a sliver of the day that belongs to no one but you. They say the early bird gets the worm, but the reality is far more profound: the early bird gets their mind back.
By Fatima Sami 28 days ago in Chapters
Surviving Is not Living
*A note for the book 404: Reality Not Found As long as I can remember, I was always told that I was nobody. That I would never achieve anything.
By Piotr Nowakabout a month ago in Chapters
What if parallel dimensions overlapped merging realities into surreal hybrids?
The Fractured Veil The air in the CERN control room tasted of burnt coffee and ozone, monitors flickering under rows of harsh LEDs. Dr. Elara Thorne leaned over the central console, fingers flying across holographic displays as brane tension readings spiked into the red. String theory had predicted fluctuations—tiny, harmless brushes between our universe and adjacent membranes. But these weren't tiny.
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The Iron Serpent's Maw
The air hung thick with the reek of ash and too many desperate bodies. Elias shoved a shoulder into the man in front of him, grunting. No apologies, not anymore. The platform, what was left of it, pulsed with a frantic energy, a hive of lost souls clawing for a space on the rusted iron snake. His lungs burned, chest tight, a raw knot behind his ribs that hadn't loosened in weeks. The overhead lights, what few flickered, cast long, twitching shadows that made everyone look like ghosts already.
By HAADIabout a month ago in Chapters
404: Reality not found
*This chapter is a continuation of the story 404: Reality Not Found. Our alliance, ZHSq, had claimed nearly all the land surrounding the mountain. Every inch of it was ours, save for a small piece of territory to the western south. There, a narrow river divided the land, connected by a single, fragile bridge. On the far side of the bridge stood four disconnected towers, seemingly abandoned.
By Piotr Nowakabout a month ago in Chapters
The Backward Hour
The house was quiet, the kind of quiet that pressed in on your eardrums, made the hum of the refrigerator sound like a jet engine. Arthur sat in the worn armchair, a lukewarm beer can sweating in his hand, eyes fixed on the grandfather clock in the hall. He’d barely glanced at the old relic in years, just a towering shadow in the corner, always there, always marking time like a steady, indifferent heartbeat. But tonight, something was off. The ornate hands, usually a blur on his peripheral vision, seemed to jerk. A stutter. Not forward. Backwards. He blinked. Once, twice. The minute hand, thick and dark, slid from the six to the five. Then to the four. He watched, breath caught somewhere in his throat, as the second hand swept, not clockwise, but anti-clockwise, a frantic, impossible reverse. He leaned forward, elbow digging into his knee. “What the hell?” he mumbled, the words feeling too loud in the oppressive silence.
By HAADIabout a month ago in Chapters
New Year Countdown: Meaning, Traditions, and Why It Matters
New Year Countdown: Meaning, Traditions, and Why It Matters The New Year countdown is one of the most widely shared and emotionally powerful moments celebrated across the world. As the final seconds of the old year tick away, millions of people gather in homes, public squares, and online streams to count down together, welcoming a fresh start. This simple act of counting numbers has grown into a global tradition filled with excitement, hope, reflection, and unity. Understanding the New Year countdown helps explain why it remains such an important part of modern culture.
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St. Kilda in His Bones
Elias Thorne wasn't much for 'living.' He existed. Six days a week, he cataloged the forgotten lives of others in the city archives, his fingers stained with the dust of centuries. His flat, a single room overlooking a grimy alley, held only what was necessary: a cot, a chipped mug, a stack of worn books. He didn't crave adventure, not truly. He just wanted a quiet corner. And then, the St. Kilda Box arrived.
By HAADIabout a month ago in Chapters
The Backward Tick
He found it in a shop that smelled of old wood and forgotten lives, crammed between a chipped porcelain doll and a stack of encyclopedias missing their 'G'. An ornate mantel clock, dark mahogany, with brass flourishes dulled by time. Nothing special, really. Just another piece of somebody else’s past waiting for a new home. Elias, he just needed something to fill the silence in his own quiet apartment, something that wasn't the hum of the fridge or the creak of the floorboards under his own heavy steps. He paid the old man a twenty, didn't haggle. Didn't have the energy for it.
By HAADIabout a month ago in Chapters
Chapter 9: The Final Sermon (Farewell Hajj)
The Final Sermon (Farewell Hajj) In the year 632 CE, Prophet Muhammad ﷺ knew that his mission was coming to its completion. After more than twenty years of struggle, patience, guidance, and sacrifice, Islam had spread across Arabia. Tribes that once fought endlessly were now united by faith. Justice had replaced chaos, and mercy had replaced revenge.
By Wings of Time about a month ago in Chapters
Chapter 8: The Peaceful Conquest of Makkah (630 CE)
The Peaceful Conquest of Makkah (630 CE) For nearly twenty years, the city of Makkah had been a place of pain for the early Muslims. It was where they were mocked, tortured, boycotted, and forced to leave their homes. Families were divided, livelihoods were destroyed, and many suffered simply for believing in one God. Even after migration to Madinah, the threat from Makkah never fully disappeared.
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Chapter 7: The Treaty of Hudaybiyyah
Chapter 7: The Treaty of Hudaybiyyah Several years after migrating to Madinah, the Prophet Muhammad ﷺ and his followers still longed for Makkah. It was their birthplace, the city of the Ka‘bah, and the center of their faith. Though they had been forced to leave, their love for Makkah never faded. In the sixth year after Hijrah, the Prophet ﷺ had a dream that Muslims would enter Makkah peacefully to perform Umrah, the lesser pilgrimage.
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