Sahir E Shafqat
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Cooking with Confidence and Zero Accuracy
The Confidence of a Master Chef (Without the Skill) Cooking is supposed to be a life skill, like driving a car or tying your shoes. Some people approach it like fine art, carefully measuring, timing, and seasoning. I, however, approach it like an unlicensed street magician.
By Sahir E Shafqat5 months ago in Humor
Surviving Monday Without Witnesses
The Alarm That Will Not Be Silenced The first sound you hear on Monday morning isn’t the birds singing or the gentle rustling of trees. No, it’s your alarm clock blaring like a war horn, reminding you that the world has decided to throw another Monday at you. You lie there, half-awake, convinced that surely the universe has made a mistake.
By Sahir E Shafqat5 months ago in Humor
Sahara's Solar Revolution
The Sahara is a place of extremes. Stretching across eleven countries in North Africa, it covers an area nearly the size of the United States. To many, it is a wasteland of scorching heat, endless sand dunes, and little else. But hidden in its golden vastness is something extraordinary: a potential energy treasure powerful enough to light up the entire world.
By Sahir E Shafqat6 months ago in Futurism
Mars: The Final Frontier?
For centuries, humanity has gazed up at Mars with wonder. Its reddish surface and eerie, desert-like landscapes have inspired countless imaginations. From ancient civilizations to modern scientists, Mars has captured the minds of dreamers and explorers alike. But as the dream of human colonization inches closer to reality, we must ask: Is Mars truly the final frontier, or is it a far more complicated journey than we’ve been led to believe?
By Sahir E Shafqat6 months ago in Futurism
The Mentor I Never Expected
✨ “The greatest lessons in my career came from someone years younger than me.” ____ Description: We often picture mentors as older, wiser guides with decades of experience. But sometimes the greatest lessons come from the most unlikely places. In this reflective story, I share how a younger colleague became the mentor I never expected — teaching me about curiosity, humility, and the courage to grow in ways I never imagined.
By Sahir E Shafqat6 months ago in Journal
Climbing Without a Ladder
When I first joined a fast-growing startup, I expected the usual career trajectory: start small, prove myself, and climb up the ladder rung by rung. At least, that was the picture painted in business school case studies and glossy recruitment brochures. But reality had other plans. The company I joined was flat—very flat. There were no managers, no directors, no corner offices waiting as trophies for hard work. The organization prided itself on collaboration over hierarchy, titles overruled by talent.
By Sahir E Shafqat6 months ago in Journal
From Overthinking to Action: How I Finally Got Out of My Own Way
The Endless Cycle of Overthinking I used to believe that planning was the key to success. If I could map out every step, anticipate every possible outcome, and prepare for every challenge, then surely things would go smoothly.
By Sahir E Shafqat6 months ago in Motivation
The Library After Midnight
Tuesday, October 14 – 11:52 PM Evelyn Carter had always been the kind of person who found comfort in quiet places. While most of the city drifted into sleep or staggered out of neon-lit bars, she preferred the dusty corridors of the Belgrave Public Library. Its carved oak doors and marble lions had greeted generations of readers, but tonight, they greeted only her.
By Sahir E Shafqat6 months ago in Horror
Route 19 Has No End
I was the only passenger left on the bus. The others had trickled off one by one—college kids with backpacks, an old man who tipped his hat to no one in particular, a woman in a puffy coat who muttered “wrong stop” before disappearing into the fog. By midnight, it was just me and the driver.
By Sahir E Shafqat7 months ago in Horror
When the Mirror Forgets Your Face
The first time the mirror forgot me, I thought it was a trick of the light. I’d come home from a long shift at the bookstore, my hair damp from a sudden autumn storm, my bones carrying the heaviness of rain. The apartment was dark except for the faint orange streetlight bleeding through the kitchen blinds. I didn’t bother turning anything on—just headed to the bathroom, kicked the door shut, and reached for the sink.
By Sahir E Shafqat7 months ago in Horror
The Sound of My Mother’s Hands
The Sound of My Mother’s Hands How the quietest moments can echo the loudest in our hearts. When I was a child, my mornings began with sound. Not alarms, not the chatter of news anchors from the TV, but the music of my mother’s hands.
By Sahir E Shafqat7 months ago in Motivation
