Salman Writes
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Writer of thoughts that make you think, feel, and smile. I share honest stories, social truths, and simple words with deep meaning. Welcome to the world of Salman Writes — where ideas come to life.
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What Walter Never Reads
If you are reading this, it means Walter trusted you enough to let you step inside the broom closet. Or maybe he did not notice at all. Either way, welcome. My name is Holly, and this notebook is not meant for me anymore. It is meant for you.
By Salman Writesabout a month ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Hero 💔
On January 6, 2014, in a small town of Pakistan, history was written not by a soldier, not by a leader, but by a 15-year-old schoolboy named Aitzaz Hasan. He was an ordinary student with ordinary dreams, carrying his school bag and walking toward his school like thousands of other children do every day. But that day, Aitzaz did something extraordinary. He chose courage over fear, sacrifice over safety, and humanity over his own life.
By Salman Writesabout a month ago in Writers
Masturbation: Understanding the Urge, the Habit, and the Way Out
Masturbation is one of the most misunderstood human behaviors. It is often discussed either with shame or with careless normalization, but rarely with balance. To understand it properly, we must step away from extremes and look at the real reasons behind it, the moments when it turns harmful, and the practical ways people regain control over it.
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Confessions
Why Generation Z Cannot Be Controlled
Generation Z cannot be controlled, not because they are naturally rebellious, but because the tools of control no longer work on them. Fear, propaganda, shame, and authority once kept people in line. Gen Z grew up watching those tools fail in real time.
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Writers
THE LOCKED ONE
She was never asleep. That was the lie you told yourself to survive. You said she was dormant, buried somewhere deep, wrapped in iron and silence. But every night she walked the corridors of your mind, barefoot on cold stone, guided only by distant stars flickering through cracks in a ceiling that was never meant to hold forever.
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Fiction
Falling Awake
The city breathes differently after midnight. Not quieter, just more honest. Car horns stop pretending to be impatient and become lonely. Laughter spills out of bars like secrets that were never meant to survive daylight. The air feels thick, as if every memory ever made here is still hanging between the buildings.
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Fiction
The Island That Refused to Stay
Lately, she has been trying to look at her life the way a stranger might. Not kindly, not cruelly. Just honestly. As if objectivity could soften the sharp edges of memory. As if stepping outside herself might make the weight easier to carry.
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Fiction
