Samaan Ahmad
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I'm Samaan Ahmad born on October 28, 2001, in Rabat, a town in the Dir. He pursued his passion for technology a degree in Computer Science. Beyond his academic achievements dedicating much of his time to crafting stories and novels.
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Built from Broken Pieces. AI-Generated.
Built from Broken Pieces Maya had always believed that life broke more than it built. As a child, she watched her parents’ marriage crumble under the weight of unspoken words and silent resentments. She learned early on that sometimes love didn’t fix itself, that some things, once shattered, stayed broken.
By Samaan Ahmad3 days ago in Education
The Day Failure Taught Me to Fly. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The Day Failure Taught Me to Fly I had always been afraid of failing. Even the word “failure” felt like a heavy chain around my chest. In school, I avoided competitions I thought I could lose. In college, I never took risks in projects or presentations. My comfort zone was my fortress, and I guarded it fiercely.
By Samaan Ahmad3 days ago in Motivation
From Dust to Destiny. AI-Generated.
The village road was never truly a road—just a stretch of stubborn earth that rose in dusty sighs whenever the wind passed. Every evening, as the sun dipped behind the cracked hills, the ground would glow gold for a few fragile minutes before surrendering to grey.
By Samaan Ahmad3 days ago in BookClub
The Day You Became a Memory
The Day You Became a Memory There are days that pass like ordinary pages in a calendar, and then there are days that carve themselves into your bones. The day you became a memory was not loud. It did not arrive with thunder or trembling skies. It came quietly, like a thief who already knew the doors of my heart were unlocked.
By Samaan Ahmad8 days ago in BookClub
If Tears Could Speak
If Tears Could Speak Subtitle: The Language We Never Learned to Hear There are some pains in this world that never learn how to scream. They sit quietly behind brave smiles, hiding in the corners of restless eyes. And sometimes, when silence becomes too heavy, they escape—not as words, but as tears.
By Samaan Ahmad8 days ago in Motivation
Beneath the Willow Tree
Beneath the Willow Tree Where Silence Held the Words We Never Spoke At the edge of a quiet village, where the river curved like a silver ribbon through emerald fields, stood an old willow tree. Its branches leaned low, as if whispering secrets to the earth. People said the tree had been there longer than memory itself—longer than the cracked stone bridge, longer than the oldest house with its fading blue door. But to him, it was more than a tree.
By Samaan Ahmad8 days ago in Motivation
The Boy Who Waited in the Rain. AI-Generated.
The Boy Who Waited in the Rain The rain began just before sunset, thin at first—like a whisper against the dust—then heavier, as if the sky had been holding back its sorrow all day. People rushed home, shopkeepers pulled down their shutters, and the street slowly emptied. But at the old bus stop near the edge of town, a boy remained standing.
By Samaan Ahmad8 days ago in Motivation
When the Stars Forgot to Shine. AI-Generated.
On the night the stars forgot to shine, the world did not end. It simply grew quiet. Too quiet. In a small village surrounded by silent hills and restless winds, a boy named Ayaan stood alone on the rooftop of his house. Every night, he would climb those narrow stairs after dinner, carrying with him a heart full of questions and eyes full of dreams. The sky had always been his comfort. The stars had always been his silent companions.
By Samaan Ahmad8 days ago in BookClub
