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)
"Love for Food"
Food has always been more than just sustenance for me; it's a language of love, a way to express emotions, and a means to connect with others. Growing up in a Pakistani household, I was surrounded by the aromas of spices, the warmth of freshly baked bread, and the love that went into every dish. My mother's cooking was more than just a meal; it was a hug, a kiss, and a reminder that I was loved.
By Isra Saleem2 days ago in Journal
"The Joy of Cooking: A Journey of Discovery"
As I stepped into the kitchen, the aroma of sizzling onions and garlic enveloped me, transporting me to a world of culinary delights. Cooking, for me, was more than just a chore; it was an art form, a passion that ignited my senses and brought me closer to my heritage. Growing up in Pakistan, I was surrounded by the rich flavors and spices of traditional Pakistani cuisine, and my love affair with cooking began at a young age.
By Isra Saleem2 days ago in Writers
The Kitchen'
My kitchen is more than just a room in my house; it's the heart of our home, where memories are made, and love is shared. It's a place where the aroma of freshly baked cookies and the sound of sizzling onions fill the air, making everyone feel welcome and cozy.
By Isra Saleem2 days ago in Confessions
"The Virtual Reality Nightmare"
As soon as John put on the virtual reality headset, he knew something was off. The game, "Eternal Realms," was supposed to be the most immersive experience available, but the moment he entered the virtual world, he felt a sense of unease.
By Isra Saleem3 days ago in Fiction
A Symbol of Growth'
In a small garden, surrounded by vibrant flowers and lush greenery, a tiny seed lay buried beneath the earth. It was no larger than a grain of sand, yet it held within it the potential to grow into something magnificent. The seed represented the beginning of a new journey, a symbol of growth and transformation.
By Isra Saleem3 days ago in Journal
My Old Shoes
As I gazed at the worn-out soles and faded laces, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. My old shoes, once a trusted companion on countless adventures, now sat quietly in the corner of my closet, a reminder of the miles we had traveled together. The creased leather and scuffed toes told a story of their own, a tale of laughter, tears, and memories that I couldn't bear to part with.
By Isra Saleem3 days ago in Writers
"My Lunch Box: A Treasured Companion"
As I sat in class, my stomach growling with anticipation, my eyes would wander to the humble container that held the key to my midday delight – my lunch box. A simple, unassuming rectangular box with a faded cartoon character on its lid, it had been my trusted companion since the early days of school. My mother had carefully packed it every morning, filling it with an assortment of treats that would sustain me through the long hours of learning.
By Isra Saleem3 days ago in Writers