Isra Saleem
Bio
Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.
Stories (358/0)
The Glass of Water'
It was a hot summer day, and Emily was feeling parched. She had been working in her garden for hours, and the sun was beating down on her relentlessly. She straightened up, wiped the sweat from her brow, and headed towards the house to get a drink.
By Isra Saleema day ago in Fiction
"The Neighbors Who Became Family"
I still remember the day we moved into our new house. My husband and I were excited to start this new chapter in our lives, but we were also nervous about leaving our old neighborhood and friends behind. As we unpacked our boxes and settled into our new home, I couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness. That was until we met our neighbors.
By Isra Saleema day ago in Writers
"The Transformation of My Home Town"
I still remember the day I returned to my home town after being away for many years. As I drove down the main street, I was shocked at what I saw. The once thriving town was now a shadow of its former self. The streets were empty, the shops were closed, and the buildings were in disrepair. It was as if the town had been forgotten.
By Isra Saleema day ago in Fiction
"My Granny's Suggestions"
As I sat in my granny's cozy living room, surrounded by the warm scent of freshly baked cookies and the comforting hum of her old rocking chair, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I had been struggling with anxiety and uncertainty, feeling lost and unsure of which path to take in life.
By Isra Saleema day ago in Confessions
"The Power of Mindfulness"
As I sat in my chaotic office, surrounded by piles of paperwork and the constant din of deadlines, I felt like I was drowning in stress. My mind was a jumble of worries and to-do lists, and I couldn't seem to focus on anything for more than a few seconds.
By Isra Saleema day ago in Psyche
"The Light of Hope"
As I walked through the dark forest, I couldn't help but feel a sense of despair wash over me. The trees seemed to close in around me, their branches like skeletal fingers reaching out to snatch what little hope I had left. I had been searching for a way out for hours, but every path I took led me deeper into the woods.
By Isra Saleema day ago in Writers
Faded'
I held the old photograph in my hands, gazing at the faded image. It was a picture of my grandmother, taken many years ago. She was smiling, her eyes sparkling with a joy that seemed to radiate from the very pores of her skin. But now, the photograph was worn and faded, the colors muted, the edges creased and torn.
By Isra Saleema day ago in Journal
"The Death of an Old Friend"
I sat in stunned silence, my phone still clutched in my hand, as the news sank in. My old friend, Alex, was gone. We had grown up together, exploring the woods behind our houses, riding our bikes down steep hills, and sharing our deepest secrets. Even though we had drifted apart over the years, the bond we formed in those childhood days remained unbreakable.
By Isra Saleema day ago in Journal
"The Apology"
It had been five years since I last saw my best friend, Emily. We had grown up together, sharing every secret and dream, but a stupid argument had torn us apart. I had said something hurtful, and she had walked away, leaving me with a deep regret that had only grown over time.
By Isra Saleema day ago in Writers
"The Roommate"
I had been living alone in a small apartment for a few months when I decided to get a roommate to split the costs. I posted an ad on social media and received a few responses, but none of them seemed quite right. That was until I got a message from a guy named Ali. He seemed friendly and responsible, and we chatted for a bit about our interests and lifestyles. I was hesitant at first, but something about him seemed trustworthy, so I agreed to meet up with him to discuss the details.
By Isra Saleema day ago in Chapters