Deepthought Stories

He was trained to lie. She was never meant to question. Hamza lives behind a carefully crafted identity - a spy bound by duty, secrets, and a past he can never reveal. Love was never part of the mission... until Yalina. She trusts him without hesitation, loving him for who she believes he is, unaware that every moment they share is shadowed by truth he cannot confess. As his world of deception collides with her unwavering faith, Hamza must choose between the life he was assigned and the love he never expected. حمزہ و یالینا

These are truths I was never taught to speak. Here lie the words I swallowed, the pain I buried, and the questions they told me not to ask. For the unheard. For the unseen. For the ones who feel too much in a world that tells them to feel less. I write for you. I write for me.

My old poems and quotes. Currently editing. Finished (2021)

A collection of raw emotions, fleeting moments, and unfiltered thoughts-this is my journey as a girl navigating love, heartache, and everything in between. From the euphoria of first love to the ache of goodbyes, each snippet captures a piece of my soul, woven into words. Some memories are bittersweet, others unforgettable, but all are real. Join me as I unravel the beauty and pain of love, one moment at a time. UPDATE EVERY WEEK

"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐢𝐭; 𝐢𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝- 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐫-𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦-𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲-𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐨 𝐈 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐲? 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨." -------------- I have been stealing stars and descending into derived madness; it is to satisfy the parasite within me. These poems are all for them: to relieve the aching, to stop the itching. In this way, I hope to stay a little bit longer and touch the hearts of people feeling the same way.

Everyone remembers the fist-pump. No one talks about what came next...On Monday morning, the masks crack, the identities shift, and the five of them discover that one Saturday afternoon wasn't enough to change everything - but it was enough to start something they can't undo.

These are just some random ideas I get once in a while. so basically just food for thought. ;D ps, please vote and comment on chapters you like

What happens when the world goes quiet, but your mind doesn't? 𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄 isn't a story. It's a series of moments, the kind you don't talk about in daylight. The kind that sit with you when the room is dark, when the clock is too loud, when sleep refuses to be kind. These poems don't ask to be understood. They ask to be felt. From fragile beauty hidden in unexpected places, to silent battles no one sees, to thoughts that linger somewhere between breaking and becoming, this collection moves like the night itself-soft, restless, and a little unforgiving. Some poems will feel like comfort. Some will feel like confrontation. And some will feel like they were written from a place you've been trying to avoid. Read it slowly. Or don't. The night doesn't rush. And neither do the truths waiting inside it.

Ever feel like a walking contradiction? ​Like your thoughts are in a field of flowers, but your eyes are focused on the people moving too fast to keep up with the day. ​This book is a collection of my random thoughts on life, love, and the beautiful mess of being human. ​Welcome to the conversations I forgot to say out loud. 😊

A new student enters Class A-1, friendly, driven-and hiding more than anyone knows. As friendships form and tensions rise, whispers spread of something far worse lurking beyond heroes and villains. An ancient threat begins to stir-one powerful enough to shatter both sides. Enemies must unite. Secrets will surface. Trust will break. And when the truth comes out... not everyone will survive. (Yes, it sounds very boring, but trust me, the more your read it, the deeper it gets) (In this AU, Deku is a former villain, inspired by "A change of heart" and now wants to be a hero to pay for his actions, if you want me to write a story about him, just say so. Also, Shigiraki never died, Toga is in jail, and even though Dabi is severely injured, he is still alive.)

Just a little reminder to everyone going through a tough time Maybe you see yourself in this story... Maybe you know someone who feels like this...

This is the story of a girl named Sarah and a boy named Rafeel Abdul Ghafoor. Sarah was an ordinary girl, living a simple and peaceful life, never expecting anything unusual to change her world. She followed her daily routine like everyone else, unaware that life was quietly preparing a new chapter for her. Then one day, without searching for love or even thinking about it, she noticed a boy named Rafeel Abdul Ghafoor. They met in school, in the most unexpected and ordinary way. Yet sometimes, the smallest moments become the beginning of the biggest stories. What started as a simple meeting slowly turned into feelings she could not understand. Was it love? Was it just attraction? A crush? Or something deeper that had no name yet? Sara herself did not know. All she knew was that something inside her life had changed. She felt something unfamiliar whenever he was near-a feeling she had never experienced with anyone else before. It was gentle, strange, and impossible to ignore, as if his presence awakened emotions she never knew existed. This story is about Sarah's journey-through confusion, emotions, growth, and the lessons life teaches when the heart begins to feel something for the very first time.

A collection of poetry that I wrote here and there based of my own experiences and emotions. I hope you are able to share your thoughts about my poetry and help me grow my hobby.

Some stories don't end - they linger, like April rain on quiet days. 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 is a collection of moments that exist in the in-between - where beginnings feel uncertain, endings arrive softly, and emotions refuse to fade completely. Each poem captures fragments of connection, loss, growth, and quiet realization, unfolding like petals that never fully close. This is not a book of perfect endings. It is a book of almosts, echoes, and afterglow - of feelings that stay long after they should have left. Step gently into 𝐀𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚, where every page holds a piece of something once felt, and never entirely forgotten.

I learned how to hate myself long before I ever understood who I was. These poems follow that path-comparison, self-destruction, and the quiet ways I kept pushing myself closer to the edge without realizing it. And the slow, uncertain process of stopping, letting go... and learning how to choose myself again.

it's not a story. it's what happens when you don't say things at the right time. or at all.

Minimalist poetry you probably didn't know you needed...💫🏛🌟

Changes (Some Hurt, Some Bloom) We all change. From a kid chasing butterflies, to a teenager chasing dreams, to an adult chasing peace. This is not a story with characters. This is a mirror - for you to see yourself in every line. Some changes will break you. Some will make you bloom. And in between, you'll find pieces of yourself you never knew existed. For anyone standing between who they were and who they're becoming - this is for you.

Step inside and read this-you might think it has nothing to do with your genre, but that's exactly what makes it fun that it won't matter to your story, but the reality you learn here might be the spark that inspires your next book. Old man: Go on, mijo, take a peek-this little book might surprise you more than all those noisy stories you youngsters chase. Young person: Seriously, give this a shot-you might think it's not your thing, but it could be the one idea that flips your whole story game upside down. Child Come read this with me! It might look boring, but maybe it has something cool that makes your brain go wow. This collection brings together a variety of essays I have written throughout my college journey and beyond, spanning different styles, subjects, and moments of inspiration. Some were structured academic assignments, while others emerged from personal reflection or creative expression. Each essay represents a unique exploration of ideas, emotions, or analysis, capturing my growth as a writer and thinker. A collection of essays I've written so far in college and randomly.

meraki [may - rah - keey] ● Greek •{adj.} to do something with soul, creativity or love; putting a piece of yourself into what you do.