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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Broken, But Still Beating. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Broken, But Still Beating Even when shattered, the heart finds a rhythm to survive. The rain had been falling steadily for hours, turning the narrow streets of the small town into glistening ribbons of silver. Inside a modest apartment at the edge of the town, a young man named Aariz sat alone, staring at the framed photograph on his desk. The edges of the photo were slightly frayed, but it still captured the warmth of a time long gone—a time when his life felt complete. In the picture, he was smiling alongside Amara, the girl whose absence now haunted every corner of his world.
By Samaan Ahmada day ago in Marriage
The Last Call at 2 AM. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The Last Call at 2 AM Sometimes the silence after midnight speaks louder than any voice. Rashid sat slouched on the worn leather couch in his dimly lit apartment, the clock on the wall glaring 2:00 AM in stark red digits. The city outside was quiet, the usual hum of life replaced by the distant, hollow echo of tires on wet streets. He had been avoiding sleep for hours, not out of insomnia but out of waiting. Waiting for a call he knew might never come.
By Samaan Ahmada day ago in Motivation
She Waited in Silence. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Sometimes love is not about being together, but about silently holding on. The rain had started again, soft at first, like a timid whisper, then heavier, like the world itself was trying to wash away its own sorrows. She sat by the old, chipped window, watching droplets race down the glass as if they were little messengers of her own restless heart. Each drop mirrored the quiet yearning that had taken residence inside her—an ache that had grown over years, invisible to the world, but deafening to her soul.
By Samaan Ahmada day ago in Poets
The Letter That Never Reached. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The rain had a strange way of making memories louder. Arman sat by the window, watching droplets race down the glass like they were trying to escape something—just like he once had. The old wooden desk in front of him creaked under the weight of years, and in its drawer lay something he hadn’t touched in over a decade.
By Samaan Ahmada day ago in Poets
Built from Broken Pieces. AI-Generated.
Built from Broken Pieces Maya had always believed that life broke more than it built. As a child, she watched her parents’ marriage crumble under the weight of unspoken words and silent resentments. She learned early on that sometimes love didn’t fix itself, that some things, once shattered, stayed broken.
By Samaan Ahmadabout a month ago in Education
The Day Failure Taught Me to Fly. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The Day Failure Taught Me to Fly I had always been afraid of failing. Even the word “failure” felt like a heavy chain around my chest. In school, I avoided competitions I thought I could lose. In college, I never took risks in projects or presentations. My comfort zone was my fortress, and I guarded it fiercely.
By Samaan Ahmadabout a month ago in Motivation
From Dust to Destiny. AI-Generated.
The village road was never truly a road—just a stretch of stubborn earth that rose in dusty sighs whenever the wind passed. Every evening, as the sun dipped behind the cracked hills, the ground would glow gold for a few fragile minutes before surrendering to grey.
By Samaan Ahmadabout a month ago in BookClub
The Day You Became a Memory
The Day You Became a Memory There are days that pass like ordinary pages in a calendar, and then there are days that carve themselves into your bones. The day you became a memory was not loud. It did not arrive with thunder or trembling skies. It came quietly, like a thief who already knew the doors of my heart were unlocked.
By Samaan Ahmadabout a month ago in BookClub
If Tears Could Speak
If Tears Could Speak Subtitle: The Language We Never Learned to Hear There are some pains in this world that never learn how to scream. They sit quietly behind brave smiles, hiding in the corners of restless eyes. And sometimes, when silence becomes too heavy, they escape—not as words, but as tears.
By Samaan Ahmadabout a month ago in Motivation
Beneath the Willow Tree
Beneath the Willow Tree Where Silence Held the Words We Never Spoke At the edge of a quiet village, where the river curved like a silver ribbon through emerald fields, stood an old willow tree. Its branches leaned low, as if whispering secrets to the earth. People said the tree had been there longer than memory itself—longer than the cracked stone bridge, longer than the oldest house with its fading blue door. But to him, it was more than a tree.
By Samaan Ahmadabout a month ago in Motivation
