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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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 Ahmad2 days 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 Ahmad2 days 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 Ahmad2 days ago in Motivation
The Boy Who Waited in the Rain. AI-Generated.
The Boy Who Waited in the Rain The rain began just before sunset, thin at first—like a whisper against the dust—then heavier, as if the sky had been holding back its sorrow all day. People rushed home, shopkeepers pulled down their shutters, and the street slowly emptied. But at the old bus stop near the edge of town, a boy remained standing.
By Samaan Ahmad2 days ago in Motivation
When the Stars Forgot to Shine. AI-Generated.
On the night the stars forgot to shine, the world did not end. It simply grew quiet. Too quiet. In a small village surrounded by silent hills and restless winds, a boy named Ayaan stood alone on the rooftop of his house. Every night, he would climb those narrow stairs after dinner, carrying with him a heart full of questions and eyes full of dreams. The sky had always been his comfort. The stars had always been his silent companions.
By Samaan Ahmad2 days ago in BookClub
The Echo of a Silent Goodbye. AI-Generated.
Title: The Echo of a Silent Goodbye The hospital corridor smelled of antiseptic and fading hope. Daniel sat alone beneath the pale white lights, his hands clasped so tightly together that his knuckles had turned the color of bone. The world outside the window was moving—cars passing, people laughing, life continuing—but inside him, everything had paused.
By Samaan Ahmad3 days ago in BookClub
When Hearts Collide and Worlds Collapse. AI-Generated.
When Hearts Collide and Worlds Collapse Rain had a way of making the city feel smaller. Each droplet seemed to press the buildings closer together, the streets narrower, and the people quieter. Noor stood under a flickering streetlight, her coat soaked through, watching the traffic lights reflect like fractured glass on the wet pavement. She wasn’t waiting for a taxi. She wasn’t waiting for a friend. She was waiting for him—Aariz.
By Samaan Ahmad8 days ago in BookClub
