Zakir Ullah

Joined April 2025

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I Became the Person I Swore I’d Never Be
In her story, I was the heartbreak. Not because I cheated. Not because I lied. But because I didn’t love her the way she deserved—and I knew it.
By Zakir Ullah9 months ago in Humans
The Quiet in Room 17
I always knew something was different about me. Not the “gifted child” kind of different, or even the “she’s so quirky” type. This difference didn’t come with praise or pats on the back. It came with whispers, narrowed eyes, and the lingering silence after I entered a room.
By Zakir Ullah9 months ago in Pride
Two Birds, Two Songs
One bird flies high under the warm sun. She sings as she flies— her wings wide, her sky endless. The other bird sits
By Zakir Ullah9 months ago in Poets
Does the True Self Exist?
In today’s world, identity feels more important than ever. From social media profiles to personal branding and self-help advice, everyone seems obsessed with discovering their "true self." But what if the "true self" is just an illusion? What if who we are is nothing more than an ever-changing story we tell ourselves?
By Zakir Ullah9 months ago in Motivation
They Still Build Cages
Some of us were born with open skies in our bones— born to run, to dance, to name the wind as kin. But they still build cages.
By Zakir Ullah9 months ago in Poets
The Song in My Throat
They never had to lock the doors— just built walls around the idea of who I was allowed to be. Taught me early how to fold myself
By Zakir Ullah9 months ago in Poets
How Fragile We Are
If blood will flow When flesh and steel are one Drying in the color of the evening sun Tomorrows rain Will wash the stains away
By Zakir Ullah9 months ago in Poets
I'll tell God: A child's Cry
I'll tell God about the pain The bombs that fall, the homes that break The laughter silenced, the childhood lost The world that watches, yet does nothing to save
By Zakir Ullah9 months ago in Poets
Gaza Is Crying
Dear God, please hear me. I'm so scared and sad, my heart feels heavy. I see blood and sadness everywhere in my streets. I want to play and laugh like other kids, but I'm too scared to even smile.
By Zakir Ullah9 months ago in Poets
Oh Plato, Enough!
Oh Plato, enough! Keep your philosophy with you, Take your nest of thought and leave the throne of your fame. Your castles built on clouds of theory,
By Zakir Ullah9 months ago in Poets
Why Most People Are Blind to Their Own Potential
Have you ever met someone bursting with talent, yet paralyzed by self-doubt? You might wonder how they can’t see what’s so obvious to the rest of us—their potential. The truth is, many of us are blind to our own possibilities. Not because we lack ability, but because we’ve been conditioned to ignore, question, or suppress it.
By Zakir Ullah10 months ago in Motivation
The Cost of Gold
Today, the world chases money— not the quiet warmth of humanity. Hands that once held kindness now grasp cold coins, letting trust slip like sand.
By Zakir Ullah10 months ago in Poets