Touseef Ahmed
Bio
English Honours graduate, writing curative English content for the past five years.
My personal blog link
https://unheardvoicez.wordpress.com/
Stories (14/0)
Last of His Name
Run! run!…run. Craig got awake by a sudden, horrific trembling voice which continuously repeated the word, “Run”. The red-stoned castle was a masterpiece of art in the city of Zoraaf. Craig, a nine-year-old kid whose father was a maester of the castle was given permission by king Sebastian to stay in the castle along with his family in return for the hospitality and loyalty offered by him. The opening sound of the door approached and it made Craig more scared, so he covered himself with his blanket. Xandra approached him and said, “It’s me boy, hey little warrior it’s your father”. For a moment Craig thought that he is going to die but then discovering that it was his father he hugged him tightly as if he never wanted him to leave.After all, he was a kid.
By Touseef Ahmedabout a year ago in Fiction
Syria
Syria, which was once famous by the name, 'The land of mercy' has now lost its glory. There was a time when people used to wake up by the sound of their alarms and not by the terror of the bombs. There was a time when the citizens used to run for their jobs and not for their lives. There was a time when the children used to listen to the chirping of the birds in the morning and not the screams. The so-called time played a very important role in their life. Their world now seems to be snatched away from them. Taken away from them on false promises, promises that were made with the intention never to fulfil. A statement that was less an oath and more of a business deal.A bond that had been signed by the blood of the native citizens that clearly focused on not only wiping out half of their community under the false slogan of 'Removing terrorism' but also annihilating half of their land resources so as to make impossible for the coming generations to stand for their rights.
By Touseef Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
