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 (43/0)
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 Qayyum2 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 Qayyum3 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 Qayyum4 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 Qayyum4 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 Qayyum5 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 Qayyum6 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 Qayyum6 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 Qayyum7 days ago in Fiction
You will reap as you sow
You will reap as you sow. When I was a 21-year-old female five years ago, I completed and passed my matriculation. I informed my mother that I would like to spend a few days with my aunt Noreen now that summer vacation was started. Yes, I do have a single aunt who resides in a Hasilpur village. I was born a few years ago, right before she got married. My aunt now has a 16-year-old son as well. My mother finally gave in to my stubbornness, so my brother went to drop me off to my aunt, who returned the same day after leaving me there. Upon seeing me at her house, my aunt was ecstatic.
By Abdul Qayyum8 days ago in Fiction
Concentrate on Your Life
Concentrate on Your Life A trainee monk once confided in his master, saying, "Master, I have to leave this Temple. I wish to depart from this location and enter a serene monastery." Why, the abbot monk inquired? What is this Temple's problem? Tell me what transpired. "You see, Master, everyone in this Temple is toxic to me," exclaimed the young monk. There are monks who are overly involved in politics, and there are other monks who are constantly criticizing me, you, and other monks.
By Abdul Qayyum9 days ago in Fiction
Lost Romance
Lost Romance There were things that happened in my life about ten years ago that still have an impact. Even though I lived in a busy metropolis, the summer heat made me long for the peace and quiet of the countryside. My wish to meander among verdant surroundings and tall trees intensified. Armed with a little red automobile and a reliable map, I set off into the nighttime countryside.
By Abdul Qayyum13 days ago in Fiction