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 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 Ahmad8 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 Ahmad13 days 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 Ahmad13 days 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 Ahmad13 days 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 Ahmad13 days ago in BookClub
The Boy Who Waited at the Empty Station. AI-Generated.
The Boy Who Waited at the Empty Station The station had not seen a train in twelve years. Weeds grew between the rusted rails like quiet rebellions. The old ticket booth windows were cracked, their paint peeling in long, tired sighs. A wooden bench sat beneath a crooked sign that once proudly read Rivermouth Station. Now, only a few faded letters remained.
By Samaan Ahmad13 days ago in BookClub
When Silence Screamed the Loudest. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
When Silence Screamed the Loudest The courtroom was full, yet it felt empty. Rows of people sat shoulder to shoulder—journalists with poised pens, strangers hungry for drama, neighbors pretending sympathy. The air hummed with whispers, shuffling papers, restrained coughs. But in the center of it all, where truth was supposed to stand tall, silence ruled.
By Samaan Ahmad13 days ago in Chapters
The Last Message Before Midnight
At 11:47 PM, the city was unusually quiet. Rain tapped softly against the window of Daniel’s apartment, tracing restless patterns down the glass like anxious fingers. The world outside seemed to be holding its breath, suspended between yesterday and tomorrow. Daniel sat alone at his desk, staring at the dim glow of his phone screen.
By Samaan Ahmad13 days ago in BookClub
When Hearts Collide. AI-Generated.
When Hearts Collide The first time Ayaan saw Meher, it was in the crowded corridors of the city library. He had been wandering aimlessly among the rows of books, searching for a quiet corner to escape the chaos of his life. College had been overwhelming lately—assignments, group projects, and the constant pressure to decide a career path he wasn’t even sure he wanted. He leaned against a shelf, scrolling through his phone when he noticed a shadow blocking the light.
By Samaan Ahmad21 days ago in History
