Afghanistan Stories

The continuing saga of Detective Jay Halstead as he deals with work and personal issues. The story is based on the characters of Chicago PD, Chicago Med and Chicago Fire to which I acknowledge I have no copyright. I do claim copyright for the original storylines and characters created by me.

Every life has its trials. Minahil's life was never easy. From losing her mother to a marriage she never chose, every step tested her heart.💔 Broken and lost but she survived, Minahil turns to Allah finding strength, patience and hope in the darkest hours.❤️‍🩹 Then he appears - a man shrouded in mystery, with a past that mirrors her own pain. Can trust and love blossom from the shadows of heartbreak? stay tuned to discover minahil's story..... follow for updates!! 🫶🏻

Vishal Singh. I left India after my graduation to build my life in USA. My dreams were never that big but I always wanted small , simple things in my life. So I left my house in Shimla to buy my own apartment in California, left my childhood at shimla to build my dream of being a millionaire. And when all the things were settled, my life was on that track i always wanted , then a beautiful passanger came into my life. And I want to travel whole world with her. Mehtab gul. My only weapon to fight my fate was Vishal. He was a good man, a nice man, a great man. Always caring for others, always putting other's need before his. And I was going to trap this man for my own freedom, i didn't have any idea that telling a lie everyday to him that I love him, will become biggest truth of my life.

"I don't think we're in Ginza anymore Lieutenant..."

In an alternate reality where action replaces helplessness, a young tourist takes a terrifying gamble to save a fleeing refugee from being sent back across the river. From dodging armed guards to surviving on the streets of Tajikistan, their frantic race to Dushanbe turns a quiet tragedy into an unforgettable story of survival, sacrifice, and human dignity.

So this is for southasianssss.

Dear ladies, especially those who suffer from wars, domestic violence, assaults,child abuse, human trafficking cruel customs. Many of us blame for unfair privileges they have and them being cruel and selfish. However, there are many men who since tender ages said no and refused to be cruel, to participate in violence and slavery.

70,000 years ago, the wolf-dog Bites Back first encounters humans. It doesn’t go well. And when Bites Back dies, he learns that his choices are just beginning. He comes back as Dyak—a hunter-shepherd dog bonded to the boy Attu, whose tribe is crossing the great land bridge over the Bering Straits. Then he's Tekhe, a small saluki-like pet of a master embalmer to the Pharaoh Tutankhamen. Then, a sleeve-dog in the Chinese court of 800 BCE. Over the next 3,000 years, in Imperial Rome, medieval Afghanistan and France, Shakespeare's London, the arid north country of colonial Mexico, the muddy shell-shocked trenches of WWI, space-age Russia, the United States, and 21st Century Canada, Jack--the eternal dog--has a new master or mistress in each incarnation. But is Jack the one who’s changing or is he the agent of change? Why does Jack come back?

An elite group of fighting men and woman of the corps. Dedicated to my Marine friend who served several tours defending our country. The meaning of their motto and battle cry.

A war stricken soldier returns home after a tragedy and is surrounded by terror and death. Trent Law soon finds he has been cursed with a gift. Trent soon takes the law into us own hands and earns the name of The Discipliner. He has to fight against himself and has to make a change in order to forgive himself. Trent Law was inspired by the Punisher in Daredevil. But all of my writing is original

Confined in her house, barely knowing about the world outside her room. She wasn't allowed to be seen or heard, she lived 18 years of her life in hell. But then she was told to escape, for freedom from the pathetic inhuman creatures, including her baba who lived in a small village in the mountains. What is escape? For me escape means breaking free from toxic mentalities, fears and harsh realities.

"Aap agar soch rahe hai, mujhse nikah karne ke baad aap meri zindagi ke hero ban jaoge aur main aap ki ho jaungi toh aap badi ghalat fehmi mein hai, Mirza." Her words ceased his steps. His fingers curled into a fist, trying to control his rage which was bubbling inside him by hearing her disobedient tone. He blew out a puff of air and slowly turned around with an emotionless face. "That's where you are wrong, Hoor. I don't intend to be your hero because I'm not one." He sauntered towards her, making her take several steps back in dread until her frame crashed to the wall. Altan leaned down to her height and placed his hand at her sides, caging her fragile state. Mahoor turned her face away and pushed herself more into the wall. Her left hand started to shiver uncontrollably on which his gaze fell. Taking her trembling hand in his, Altan whispered,"Mai har kahani ka villain hi raha hu aur yeh kahani bhi koi alag nahi hogi. Tum apni ijazat se ha kahogi toh khushi hogi nahi bhi razi hogi toh koi baat nahi," his lips curled into a wicked smile, seeing tears gathered in her eyes. "Altan Mirza, har cheez apni bana hi leta hai aur tum toh meri tab hi ho chuki thi jab pehli dafa meri nazarein tumse mili thi."

poems i've created about battles and wars

The acts of kindness and suspicion of war. A suspicious man helping his kaum, his clan folks, his religion. It is the reader's perception to create their own big picture, the story itself it out of context, the event or story is whole in itself. Hamid is good or bad depends on the reader's conscience. Image by Shamsher Ali Niazi from Pixabay

Asif saw the American soldier standing right in front of him, terrified to his boots. They were both roughly the same age, maybe a year's gap between them, but Asif looked a lot older with his beard. Asif could see that the soldier was shaking, sweating, trying to press a button on a small communication device attached to his bulky vest but struggling, and when he did press it for a second, he was too scared to speak. The young soldier was sorrounded by 20 men with guns aiming at his head. Haider slowly walked to Asif, trying to hide a small grin, and presented him with a loaded pistol.. "This is your chance". Asif carefully took the pistol from his hands, looked at it for a few seconds and slowly walked to within a step away from the soldier. He could feel the soldier's heavy breathing and could see the terrified look in his eyes. Asif whispered something under his breath and before anyone could prepare themselves for what he was about to do he raised the pistol to the soldier's head, an inch away from touching his helmet, and pressed the trigger. There was complete silence for a second and then a loud thud from the young soldier falling to the groun echoed around the desert. The men around them almost looked shocked for a minute. Almost, and then started cheering, celebrating by shooting at the grey clouds. Haider walked to Asif and hugged him, whispering in his ears "Welcome home, son".