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 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 Ahmadabout a month 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 Ahmadabout a month 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 Ahmad2 months 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 Ahmad2 months ago in BookClub
Her Name Was Written in Rain. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Her Name Was Written in Rain The first time I saw her, it was raining. Not the violent kind of rain that breaks umbrellas and floods streets—but the soft, patient kind that falls like memory. I was standing beneath the rusted shelter of a bus stop, watching water blur the city into watercolor. People rushed past me, collars raised, shoes splashing through shallow puddles.
By Samaan Ahmad2 months ago in Futurism
The Day Time Stopped for Me
The Day Time Stopped for Me Time had always been my enemy. It moved too fast during childhood summers and too slow during examinations. It rushed past moments I wanted to hold and dragged itself through moments I wished away. But I had never imagined there would come a day when time would not move at all.
By Samaan Ahmad2 months ago in BookClub
Beneath the Ashes of Yesterday. AI-Generated.
Beneath the Ashes of Yesterday The house burned on a Tuesday. Not the kind of dramatic blaze that makes headlines for weeks. Not the kind that leaves behind mystery or suspicion. It was an ordinary electrical fault in an ordinary kitchen of an ordinary home on Maple Street.
By Samaan Ahmad2 months ago in BookClub
