Abdul Qayyum
Bio
I am retired professor of English Language. I am fond of writing articles and short stories . I also wrote books on amazon kdp. My first Language is Urdu and I tried my best to teach my students english language ,
Stories (47/0)
Cheerful Mother's Day
Cheerful Mother's Day Cheerful Mother's Day With Cherish And Back Toward A Brighter Future Rain lashed against the layered metal roof of the little shack, a tenacious drumming that reflected the cadence of Anika's heart. Interior, by the flashing candlelight, sat her mother, Amara. Slight and lined, Amara's eyes held a lifetime of hardship, however this evening, a flash of trust moved inside them. Anika, scarcely eighteen, clutched a worn letter in her hand, the official seal catching the candlelight. It was her acknowledgment letter to the prestigious National Organized of Innovation.
By Abdul Qayyumabout 19 hours ago in Families
A Defeatist
A Defeatist Elias lived a life never-endingly hung within the shadow of "what uncertainties." Each choice, each activity, was weighed down by the fear of being labeled a defeatist. He wasn't born that way. As a child, his eyes shone with the same brave flicker as the other boys, the ones who climbed the tallest trees and chased after rebel fireflies long past nightfall. But some place along the way, fear took root, a weed that choked the once dynamic plant of his strength.
By Abdul Qayyum2 days ago in Fiction
The monkey's paw
The monkey's paw Rain lashed against the windows of the White's house, a persistent drumming that reflected the biting stress in Mrs. White's heart. Her child, Herbert, their as it were child, had been harmed at the production line. The scanty reserve funds they'd amassed over a long time were gone, gulped by the mounting healing center bills. A overwhelming quiet hung within the smoke-filled room, broken as it were by the crackle of the passing on fire and Mr. White's fatigued moan.
By Abdul Qayyum3 days ago in Fiction
The Melody of Us
THe Melody of Us The vintage train rattled alongside the rusty tracks, its whistle a mournful cry echoing through the sizeable vacancy of the Argentinian plains. Inside, nestled in a worn leather-based seat, sat Elena, her weathered hands clutching a battered violin case. Beside her, a younger boy named Mateo, with eyes the color of twilight, tapped his foot rhythmically against the ground.
By Abdul Qayyum4 days ago in Fiction
The Starlight Weaver
The Starlight Weaver: A Tapestry of Dreams and Destiny I. Threads of Fate High above the whispering pines of Mount Lumina, where twilight bled into night, lived Anya, the Starlight Weaver. Her home wasn't a house of stone or wood, but a colossal loom draped across the celestial expanse. Its frame, an ethereal weave of moonlight, hummed with the symphony of stardust. A million shimmering threads, each imbued with the essence of a living soul, flowed across its surface.
By Abdul Qayyum5 days ago in Fiction
The Lottery of Second Chances
The Lottery of Second Chances The sterile white walls of the Allocation Center hummed with a low, constant thrum. Anya gripped the worn leather armrest, her knuckles white. Unlike the nervous flutter before the usual lottery, this time, a cold dread coiled in her gut. Today's lottery wasn't for houses or vacations; it was for a second chance.
By Abdul Qayyum6 days ago in Fiction
The Titans' Eclipse
The Titans' Eclipse Two Titans stood watch in the ancient country of Arcadia, where sunlight turned the meadows gold and whispers of old tales rode on the breeze. With her flowing green robes, Gaia represented the essence of the earth, and Helios, blazing with the light of many flames, portrayed the sun's splendor.
By Abdul Qayyum7 days ago in Fiction
How a Homeless Girl Won a Rich Man's Heart
A Tale of Survivability and Unexpected Love: How a Homeless Girl Won a Rich Man's Heart The neon glow of the city turned into a watercolor jumble as the rain beat down on the dirty storefront glass. Sarah drew herself closer into her worn blanket, which was failing miserably to keep the moisture out. Her stomach was growling, a frequent companion during the last two months. It wasn't her place to be here. Sarah had a life a year ago. She was a graphic designer with a steady career, a busy apartment, and ambitious aspirations for the future. But a terrible series of events—a car accident that claimed her parents' lives and left her facing a pile of medical debt—took away all of that.
By Abdul Qayyum7 days ago in Fiction
The Language of Flowers
The Language of Flowers In the quaint, cobbled streets of London, nestled amidst bustling markets and towering clocks, bloomed a secret language. It wasn't spoken aloud, but expressed in vibrant hues and delicate petals – the language of flowers. Amelia, a young woman with eyes the color of twilight and a heart brimming with unspoken emotions, was its most gifted translator.
By Abdul Qayyum8 days ago in Fiction
The Epitaph of Blood
The Epitaph of Blood In the last stages of the Vietnam War, a disillusioned captain of Special Forces rebels against an oppressive commander, forcing his unit to fight a valiant battle for survival against both internal betrayal and external enemies.
By Abdul Qayyum9 days ago in Fiction
Road Hyena
Road Hyena Captain Pete Mitchell, a Canadian intelligence officer, was thrust into the brutality of combat under the unrelenting Afghan sun. In contrast to his seasoned teammates, Pete had not yet reached the point of taking a life. But now fate was going to face him.
By Abdul Qayyum9 days ago in Fiction
In the Odyssey of Minds, dreaming
In the Odyssey of Minds, dreaming With a faint glimmer in the moonlight, Lila held onto the faded leather journal that read "Dreamscape Odyssey." The dreamscape was strange and packed with unsettling expectation this evening. Entering her bedroom, she saw that she was no longer in the familiar corridor but rather wandering along a cobblestone path that wound through a forest shrouded in mist.
By Abdul Qayyum10 days ago in Fiction