❝Tell me a story, love.❞ In which, a slave girl tells a bloodthirsty king a story in exchange for her life. [07.15.16] all rights reserved ©2016

Even though we can see, and Allah has blessed us with the gift of eye-sight, yet we are still blind to the truth. However, those who are blind may see the truth and guidance better than us. This is a true story, deep and heart-touching of a father and son. A son, who even though was blind, guided his father to salvation.

When speaking gets Hard, I write. Poems by an Introvert.

a story about them; through a series of texts. "you don't need to meet someone in real life to meet the real them" 「 copyright @simrankdhaliwal highest rank - first in short story lowercase intended for stylistic purposes 」

"Promise me this one thing - don't fall in love with me." I only knew his name. Not his story. But he knew mine. And he made sure he took a part of my life, my story, when he left.

Those random thoughts that can inspire literary drivel. Short stories are all about saying big ideas in small paragraphs. This book will aspire to reach pinnacles of inspirational (or even completely Rubbish/Baloney/Hogwash/Balderdash/Tripe/Drivel/Poppycock) thoughts.... within increasingly minuscule word limits. Anyone, and Everyone is welcome to submit their pieces to be featured here. Writers will be properly credited. Feel free to PM me here on Wattpad if you have a short story for me.

The people I meet. The stories I'm surrounded by. They inspire everything from Love and Awe, to Hilarity and Disgust. This might just be a glorified diary at some point, but I'm too hipster for journals. (Or, err...the other way round). Here's to the holiness of Coffee Beans and to the power of Human Thought.

Sense and Sensibility is set in southwest England between 1792 and 1797, and portrays the life and loves of the Dashwood sisters, Elinor and Marianne. The novel follows the young ladies to their new home, a meagre cottage on a distant relative's property, where they experience love, romance and heartbreak.