Sidra Anjum
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Stars, secrets whispered by ancient skies, each constellation, a saga in timeless guise,
I gaze upon the night with starlit eyes, in its celestial tapestry, my spirit forever lies.
Stories (8/0)
Around the World in 13 Haunted Nights: Bizarre Halloween Traditions
Halloween is that enchanting time of year when the air is crisp, leaves rustle beneath your feet as distant echoes of ghostly laughter fill the atmosphere, and the world transforms into an eerie landscape painted in hues of orange and black. But hold on to your broomsticks, because Halloween is about so much more than just pumpkin harvest and costume carnivals. This spooky holiday takes on some peculiar and bewitching myriad of traditions across the globe that will send chills down your spine and cast a spell on your senses.
By Sidra Anjum6 months ago in Fiction
Eldergrove's Forbidden Spellbook
Surrounded by the wilderness of Eldergrove, a tale of curses and hexes was poised to unfurl. An ancient, leather-bound tome lay concealed amongst sacred roots, inscribed with runes of unfathomable intricacy. Within its pages harbored the sinister secrets of Malachi, a sorcerer gripped by the lust for power, weaving dark enchantments, each more treacherous than the last. The tomes of his nefarious spells remained locked away, and it was said to be guarded by a sentinel so fearsome that even the most fearless souls dared not breach the borders of Eldergrove.
By Sidra Anjum6 months ago in Fiction
Loud Silence
Divya and Anand lived as a couple, their marriage of twelve years cloaked in an unspoken and regretful sadness that hung in the air like a heavy fog. They had shared the same four walls, yet silence between them was louder than any argument they had ever had. The once-happy Hindu couple found themselves in the hollow depths of an unhappy and unfulfilling marriage. They were bound together by societal norms, but the embers of their fierce love had long faded into a mournful silence.
By Sidra Anjum7 months ago in Fiction
Cold Embers of Faith: A Tale of Redemption in Bursa
In the heart of a chilly town in Bursa, there was a devout Muslim girl named Nazia. She was known for her simplicity and purity of heart. Her faith was a guiding light, just like the warm, amber light of a lantern, hanging steadily -protecting her against the biting winds that swept across the town. Every morning before the break of dawn, she would rise from her cozy bed, shivering in the cold as she slipped into her robe and offered her namaz- her heartfelt prayers. Her closeness to God was her solace in a world often draped in a blanket of frost.
By Sidra Anjum7 months ago in Fiction
