Abdul Qayyum
Bio
I am retired professor of English Language. I am fond of writing articles and short stories . I also wrote books on amazon kdp. My first Language is Urdu and I tried my best to teach my students english language ,
Stories (105/0)
The Tune of Quiet
The Tune of Quiet Mrs. Robinson sat by the window, her fingers following the sensitive designs of bind on the shade. It had been a long time since she had listened from her spouse, John, who had been conveyed amid the early days of the war. Each day extended into the following, checked by the nonappearance of letters and the onerous hush of the piano within the corner of the room.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a month ago in Fiction
Aiko and the Sakura Soul
Aiko and the Sakura Soul Within the quiet town of Yamazakura, settled close to an antiquated forest of cherry blossom trees, the entry of spring was continuously met with incredible expectation. The woods, with its sensitive pink petals, was the pride of the town and a source of gigantic bliss. Each spring, the villagers accumulated blossoms underneath the blooms to celebrate Hanami, the celebration of blooms. But this year, something was awfully off-base. The cherry trees were wilting, their blooms falling rashly, clearing out the town covered in lost hope.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a month ago in Fiction
Young lady is Pregnant
Young lady is Pregnant A quiet fell over the little town of Maplewood as summer started to blur into harvest time. Clears out were turning shades of gold and blood red, the discussion carried a freshness that signaled the altar of seasons, and life went on in its calm, unsurprising way. For everybody but Emma.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a month ago in Fiction
The Relentless Soul
The Relentless Soul The Bequest of Soraya Manutchehri Freidoune Sahebjam, a French-Iranian writer, found himself stranded in Iran when his car broke down. After a little transport towed him to the town of Kuhpayeh, he cleared out his car with a hesitant workman, Hashem, who inevitably concurred to settle it for additional dollars. Zahra, a neighborhood lady, took note Freidoune's tape recorder and attempted to caution him about the village's dull privileged insights. In any case, the town's mullah, Sheik Hassan, and the chairman, Ebrahim, hindered her, expelling her as insane.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a month ago in Fiction
My Travel to Veritasium
My Travel to Veritasium From Material science to Film-making: When I was a kid, around 10 or 11 a long time ago, I went to a Genghis Khan display at a historical center. I didn't know much about him but that he was a celebrated warrior from a long time back. I anticipated seeing his preserved body, suit of armor, or sword. But when I went to the exhibition hall, all they had were modest parts of earthenware and a few ancient shoes. I was fantastically disillusioned.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a month ago in Fiction
The Silver Quill
The Silver Quill Within the heart of the Kingdom of Luminara, a silver- feathered creature known as the Aetherwing held out of love. Its yearly appearance proclaimed success and plenitude, its shining quills an image of trust. This year, be that as it may, the Aetherwing had not returned, and the kingdom developed on edge.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a month ago in Fiction
The Clinic Bride
The Clinic Bride" Nowadays was the foremost excellent day of my life. The day each young lady dreams of. Like all other young ladies, I as well experienced it nowadays. My marriage was a upbeat one. All ceremonies were completed, but I am interesting. There was a uproarious crash when my spouse brought me to the healing center. He brought me here right after our wedding ceremony. A room was included on the hospital's site, and I begun considering we would remain here together. My eyes, fatigued and bearing tears, addressed him, "What are we doing here? They have come to choose us up, so we ought to go domestic presently. Shouldn't we have gotten hitched here? Why did you bring me to the clinic within the center of the night?" The address was almost to be replied, but all of a sudden he was gone. I talked a part around what had happened.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a month ago in Fiction
The Story Of The Best Trip Taken Using Original Photos
The Charming Elude: A Combination of Nature and History The fresh mountain discussion stimulated my faculties as I ventured off the plane in Zurich, Switzerland. The magnificent snow-capped crests of the Alps shone within the separate, a breathtaking welcome to a nation known for its dazzling view. My adventure was almost to start, a carefully made agenda that weaved together the normal ponders of Switzerland with the chronicled and social diamonds of Italy.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a month ago in Wander
The Road Advocate
The Road Advocate Eleanor Cavendish looked down at the worn tile floor of her little office, the fragrance of stale coffee and ink clinging to the discuss. Exterior, the wind cried down Elm Road, rattling the windows of the "Road Advocate," her autonomous daily paper, the final bastion of nearby news in a town progressively ruled by gleaming corporate distributions.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a month ago in Fiction
The Road Sage
The Road Sage The city beat with a chaotic cadence. Sounding horns entwined with removed sirens, an orchestra of urban life. However, in the midst of the concrete wilderness, settled in an overlooked corner, sat Elias, the Road Sage. Roosted on a drain carton exterior of a thrift store, his weathered confrontation, carved with an outline of life's encounters, held an ever-enduring shrewdness. His worn dress, an embroidered artwork of bungled colors, talked of a life lived past fabric belonging.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a month ago in Fiction
23-Year-old Young Lady Survives Enormous Brain Drain
23-Year-old Young Lady Survives Enormous Brain Drain The Kansas City discussion crackled with summer warmth as Sarah, a dynamic 23-year-old with a mane of red hot ruddy hair, cheered for the Royals. It was a picture-perfect day - hot mutts, daylight, and the excitement of the amusement. Small did she know, a storm brewed inside her cranium, a quiet risk holding up to eject.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a month ago in Fiction