These are my articles written over time. Please feel free to ask questions about any post.
The school was quiet that evening, its hallways hushed after the fire’s chaos. Emil lingered in the courtyard, the scorched greenhouse wall now half-covered with the mural students had begun. Priya approached, her notebook tucked under her arm, the faint glow of the solar lamp reflecting in her glasses. She sat beside him on the […]
The Forum met in the old library, its cracked windows patched with tape, the smell of dust and ink thick in the air. At the center lay the ledger, its pages already filled with records of seeds planted, quarrels resolved, and offerings exchanged. But today, the entries would not be about soil or plants. Today,
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Politics
The last shaft of twilight had faded, leaving the greenhouse glowing like a lantern in the dusk. Inside, the students’ voices still murmured as they finished their work, but outside the wall, Emil knelt over the fragile basil shoot he had planted. His hands lingered in the soil, steady yet trembling, as though he were
Visual prompt: Style: Cinematic, dramatic chiaroscuro (high contrast between light and shadow). Composition: A leader stands at a crossroads, viewed from behind. The path to the left is a descent into a chaotic warzone; it is lit by the hellish, fiery glow of explosions, and the leader’s shadow cast on this path is monstrous and
The greenhouse rhythm had widened. New footsteps joined its quiet pulse: Kai from Journalism crouching near the workbench, photographing seedlings for what he called an “alternative impact report.” Mrs. Nouri, the retired groundskeeper, showing Sam how to rescue storm-blighted tomatoes. Even Elias, Lara’s debate president, lingered at the doorway with conflicted eyes. Aisha’s sensor glowed
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Leadership, Politics
(Political power is a sacred trust, not a personal prize—it is a test from the Almighty) The classroom was buzzing. The students of the civic studies club had been tasked with preparing a mock parliament. Roles were drawn: ministers, press, public. But only one was chosen to play the Leader of the Nation. It was
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That night, as the fire crackled low and fireflies drifted through the trees, Mira leaned closer to Grandfather and asked, “Why do leaders sometimes cause problems instead of solving them?” Grandfather smiled thoughtfully, drawing two simple figures in the dirt: one holding a sword, the other with open hands. “That,” he began, “is the difference
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Politics
(When Protecting Identities Became Everyone’s Responsibility) ——- The sun was setting, painting the sky in warm golds and pinks. Mira and her Grandfather sat under the old oak tree, where so many of their heart-to-heart talks had taken place. Mira was still thinking about their recent conversations—about freedom and identity. The evening breeze carried the
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The little girl sat again by the fire, tucked into the same wooly blanket, her knees drawn up to her chest. Her grandfather, with his silver hair and soft, knowing smile, rocked slowly in his chair, whittling a small piece of wood into a tiny bird. “Grandpa,” she said, looking up from the flickering flames,
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Kavi observed that humanity’s trade wars stem not from scarcity, but from clinging to rusted systems of the past—maps drawn for seas long evaporated. He taught that true economic harmony arises not by rehashing history’s battles, but by forging tools attuned to today’s currents. Like a river that carves new paths when old ones silt,
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