Hey, I'm Noman Abdullah - a storyteller, dream-chaser, and proud night owl. I write because I have to. Because some ideas don't leave you alone until you give them a place to live. Whether it's a quiet line of poetry, a burning love story, or a plot twist I thought of while brushing my teeth, it all ends up here.

I'm the kind of person who notices the small things-like how rain sounds different on rooftops and how silence can be louder than words. My writing is shaped by late-night thoughts, half-heard conversations, and the strange beauty of being human. Sometimes it's fiction. Sometimes it's a reflection. Always real.

If you're into stories that make you feel something - joy, ache, awe, nostalgia - stick around. Drop a comment, share your thoughts, or just read in silence.

Either way, welcome to my little corner of chaos and creativity.
  • Rajshahi, Bangladesh
  • JoinedJuly 26, 2025

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Welcome, Wanderers.I don’t know how you found your way here—maybe by chance, maybe by choice. But I’m glad you did.This little corner of the internet isn’t just about stories. It’s about questions...
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Where Memory Forgets Her Name by nomanabdullah256
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