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 (75/0)
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 Qayyum27 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 Qayyum28 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 Qayyum28 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 Qayyum29 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 Qayyum30 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 Qayyumabout a month 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 Qayyumabout a month ago in Fiction
My Boy Sold me for money to A Hungry Landlord
My Boy Sold me for money to A Hungry Landlord I married someone after fleeing my house, but just from there. Every day, when my sex stirred and I was restless, my house landlord would dip his legs and put his cock in my palm. As a result, I also started having sex with him.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a month ago in Fiction
My Boy Sold me for money to A Hungry Landlord for Young Ladies
My Boy Sold me for money to A Hungry Landlord for Young Ladies I married someone after fleeing my house, but just from there. Every day, when my sex stirred and I was restless, my house landlord would dip his legs and put his cock in my palm. As a result, I also started having sex with him.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a month ago in Fiction
In body, I am a boy, but in spirit, I am a girl.
In body, I am a boy, but in spirit, I am a girl. I am Shad Maan, a soul neither bound by conventional gender norms nor confined to them. At the tender age of six, I found myself navigating a world where my physical form mirrored that of a boy, yet my essence resonated with the spirit of a girl. The allure of adorning myself in garments traditionally associated with femininity was undeniable, a source of solace amidst societal perplexity.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a month ago in Fiction