Booklife Stories

Khamoshi ke saaye mein lipti wo ladki, Aur muskaan ke peeche aansuon ko chhupata wo ladka... Na koi dastaan, na koi nishaan, Phir bhi taqdeer ne ek pal mein unhe jod diya. Wo pal, jahan lafz bekaar the, Aur sirf dil ki dhadkan ne ek doosre ko pehchana...

AFTERDEATH SHIP!!!!

A collection of essays and small pieces about the reading life.

-_- the title says all

This is basically for all of the book lovers out there who are constantly looking for something new to read.

Life in my description I'm actually looking to find out what people think

Were you can find love and give love. I accept anyone you are all my family. Its just a random crazy book but i'm Mat. Welcome to my life and to my Family

from the beginning

Lets Discuss about the secret stories of the Universe and explore the poems it sings. Some sweet musings which will help you find the magic✨

I didn't die in a dramatic battle, nor did I wake up in some fantasy world as a hero. I got reincarnated as a book. A sentient, magical, panic-prone book. Now I float, glow, and occasionally explode in chaotic sparks while being carried around by a determined mage named Lyra and her overly enthusiastic apprentice, Tavin. My life, or unlife, is a mix of accidental magic, goblin attacks, and the existential dread of literally being read aloud. But things get serious when I form a magical pact with Lyra, unlocking powers I never asked for and a bond that makes me... important. Maybe even heroic. If I survive long enough to figure out how to actually use magic instead of panicking. Join me, the Codex, as I navigate magic, monsters, and the hilarious hardships of being a book with feelings. Adventure awaits. And yes, I still hate Tavin's handwriting.

We didn't choose the bibliophile life, it chose us.

Wanna know what life is like through a book nerd's eyes? You've come to the right place. Here you'll find my opinions on books, book recommendations, the problems that come with being a book nerd, and much, much more

The year was 1971, and Khalid Muhammad spoke out emphatically against the violence and drugs that plagued the Bedford-Stuyvesant, Brooklyn community, and tragically he's killed as a result of. Following soon after, a bitter, violent, vortex encircles the lives of his family. It's now 1985, and his wife Waseema struggles against all odds to hold the family down, but it all gets away from her, quickly. The oldest son, Mustapha, resorts to selling drugs; Rasheed, another sibling, gets caught up in robbing drug dealers; and a sister, Shaheeda, falls prey to the crack-cocaine and prostitution that ravages the once proud and thriving Bushwick-Hylan Projects. To only make matters worse, Rasheed and his crew rob a larger than life stash of cash and drugs from one of Brooklyn's top dope pushers, and then make plans to take down his main stash next. In the complex web and circle of events that take place next, Rasheed unwittingly stumbles on a break surrounding circumstances involving his father's death; and the web is further tangled as he finds out all too late, that unknowingly, betrayal by his lover, and his best friend hinder his quest to get closer to the ones responsible. However, his crew, and his family manage to all unite in an attempt to get from under the clutches of a phycotic drug king-pen, Carlos. In the all too thrilling, Houdini-like finish, his father's past threatens to hold on to secrets that may one day set Rasheed free from his demons. But, all is not lost as Khalid's last words are revealed; a Arabic translation for the melodramatic lunacy of Rasheed's crazed world-the only clue...dunya!