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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The Boy Who Waited at the Empty Station. AI-Generated.
The Boy Who Waited at the Empty Station The station had not seen a train in twelve years. Weeds grew between the rusted rails like quiet rebellions. The old ticket booth windows were cracked, their paint peeling in long, tired sighs. A wooden bench sat beneath a crooked sign that once proudly read Rivermouth Station. Now, only a few faded letters remained.
By Samaan Ahmad2 months ago in BookClub
When Silence Screamed the Loudest. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
When Silence Screamed the Loudest The courtroom was full, yet it felt empty. Rows of people sat shoulder to shoulder—journalists with poised pens, strangers hungry for drama, neighbors pretending sympathy. The air hummed with whispers, shuffling papers, restrained coughs. But in the center of it all, where truth was supposed to stand tall, silence ruled.
By Samaan Ahmad2 months ago in Chapters
The Last Message Before Midnight
At 11:47 PM, the city was unusually quiet. Rain tapped softly against the window of Daniel’s apartment, tracing restless patterns down the glass like anxious fingers. The world outside seemed to be holding its breath, suspended between yesterday and tomorrow. Daniel sat alone at his desk, staring at the dim glow of his phone screen.
By Samaan Ahmad2 months ago in BookClub
When Hearts Collide. AI-Generated.
When Hearts Collide The first time Ayaan saw Meher, it was in the crowded corridors of the city library. He had been wandering aimlessly among the rows of books, searching for a quiet corner to escape the chaos of his life. College had been overwhelming lately—assignments, group projects, and the constant pressure to decide a career path he wasn’t even sure he wanted. He leaned against a shelf, scrolling through his phone when he noticed a shadow blocking the light.
By Samaan Ahmad2 months ago in History
Before the Lights Went Out. AI-Generated.
Before the Lights Went Out The evening had that rare kind of quiet that makes the world feel suspended, as if it were holding its breath. In the small town of Willow Creek, the sun had dipped behind the distant hills, leaving streaks of pink and gold fading into twilight. From the corner of the main street, the old streetlights cast a warm glow on the cracked sidewalks, illuminating the occasional passerby hurrying home. But tonight, something felt different. A tension lingered in the air, almost electric, though the sky held no storm clouds.
By Samaan Ahmad2 months ago in BookClub
The Truth They Buried. AI-Generated.
The Truth They Buried The sun had long disappeared behind the hills, leaving a thin veil of twilight over the sleepy town of Riverton. Most of the townsfolk had gone to bed, their windows glowing faintly like fireflies in the distance. But in the outskirts, near the abandoned railway line, Mark Davidson was still awake, his mind racing. Tonight, he was going to uncover a truth that had been buried for decades—a truth no one dared speak of.
By Samaan Ahmad2 months ago in Confessions
Lost in the Crowd. AI-Generated.
Lost in the Crowd The city never slept, or at least, that’s what Amran had begun to believe. Every evening, the streets came alive with the hum of traffic, the chatter of strangers, and the relentless neon glow of shop signs. But tonight felt different. Tonight, amidst the sea of people, he felt invisible.
By Samaan Ahmad2 months ago in History
Whispers of the Forgotten. AI-Generated.
Whispers of the Forgotten The old town of Marlowe had long since surrendered to time. Its streets were cracked, and the paint on its buildings peeled like the skin of a sunburned traveler. Windows gaped like empty eyes, and the few who still lived there spoke in low tones, wary of drawing attention. Some said the town was haunted—not by spirits, but by memories, lingering and restless, refusing to fade.
By Samaan Ahmad2 months ago in BookClub
The Girl Who Remembered Tomorrow. AI-Generated.
The Girl Who Remembered Tomorrow The first time it happened, Mara thought it was a dream. She had been walking home from school when a flash of light hit her eyes, and suddenly, she could see herself—standing in the same street, five minutes into the future. She saw herself trip on the uneven pavement, her books scattering across the asphalt, and instinctively, she jumped aside, avoiding the fall.
By Samaan Ahmad2 months ago in Humans
A Day That Broke Time. AI-Generated.
A Day That Broke Time The morning had started like any other in the sleepy town of Rivermist. Sunlight spilled lazily across cobblestone streets, and the air smelled of dew and wet earth. People went about their routines—bakers kneading dough, children chasing each other to school, and old men sipping tea on wooden benches. But something in the air that day felt… off, though no one could have said exactly what.
By Samaan Ahmad2 months ago in History
The Stranger in the Mirror. AI-Generated.
The Stranger in the Mirror Liam had never been one to look too closely at himself. Every morning, he’d splash cold water on his face, brush his teeth, and glance briefly into the bathroom mirror before moving on. But that morning was different.
By Samaan Ahmad2 months ago in BookClub
Secrets Between Walls. AI-Generated.
Secrets Between Walls The old mansion at the end of Willow Street had always been a source of whispered rumors in the neighborhood. Children dared each other to peek through its wrought iron gates, adults steered clear, and even the bravest teens swore they heard strange sounds echoing from within. To anyone looking from outside, it was a decaying relic of a bygone era—its paint peeling, windows clouded with dust, and shutters hanging at odd angles. But to Mara, who had just inherited the mansion from her late great-uncle, it was home.
By Samaan Ahmad2 months ago in Futurism
