Khan

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The Honest Cobbler
The Honest Cobbler BY:Khan It was the peak of winter. In the middle of the village, under a leafless tree, sat Bala, the cobbler. His “shop” had no walls or roof—just the bare tree and an old wooden trunk in which he kept his tools and supplies. Every evening, when work was done, he would lock his trunk, and that was the end of his day.
By Khan 6 months ago in Humans
The Prince Who Ended Child Labor
The Prince Who Dreamed of Education for All BY:Khan Long ago, in a prosperous kingdom, there lived a wise and merciful king. He ruled with fairness, cared deeply for his people, and was loved by all. Beside him stood his queen—graceful, compassionate, and filled with a heart that always leaned toward kindness. Together, they shared a happy life, blessed with a son, Prince Adnan.
By Khan 6 months ago in Motivation
The Old Woman Who Outsmarted the Tricksters
The Old Woman and the Two Tricksters BY:Khan Once upon a time, there was an old woman. She was on her way to the city, wearing all her jewelry. It wasn’t much—just a pair of gold earrings, a necklace, and some bangles—but it was all made of pure gold. Behind her trailed two tricksters. These men were clever, sly, and full of deceit. They were partners in crime, always looking for easy prey.
By Khan 6 months ago in Fiction
Loyalty in the Court of Caliph Muʿāwiya
Loyalty Tested in the Court of Caliph Muʿāwiya BY:Khan The sun blazed mercilessly over Damascus. It was noon, and the heat pressed down on the earth like a heavy blanket. Inside his grand palace, Caliph Muʿāwiya ibn Abī Sufyān sat by a window, gazing out across the vast open fields that stretched as far as the eye could see.
By Khan 6 months ago in Confessions
The Price of Mercy
The Price of Mercy BY:Khan The sun beat down over the open square like an accusing hand. Men formed a tight ring, their laughter sharp as flint. In the center Bilal — dark-skinned, exhausted, his back raw from blows — stood as if anchored by faith. Umayya ibn Khalaf stood nearby, his posture a predator’s, eyes glittering at the sight of suffering.
By Khan 6 months ago in History
The First School of a Child: Lessons Begin at Home
The First School of a Child: The Home Environment BY:Khan A child’s very first school is always the home. When a baby is born, their mind is like a blank sheet of paper. Parents are the ones who color that paper. If they paint it with honesty, kindness, and love, the child’s personality will flourish beautifully. But if they fill it with dark and negative strokes, the same flaws will reflect in the child’s character.
By Khan 6 months ago in Families
The Nomad’s Daughter
The Nomad’s Daughter BY:Khan Justice Asim steered his car off the paved road and onto a rough dirt track. Immediately, dust rose around the vehicle, coating it in a brown haze. The journey ahead was long, and for miles there was no sign of habitation. Beside him sat his attendant, Sarfaraz, a sharp and educated young man who helped manage both Asim and his father’s business affairs.
By Khan 6 months ago in Humans
The Prize Hunter and the Junkyard Trick
The Prize Hunter and the Junkyard Lesson BY:Khan Bashir Ahmed Bhatti, my old friend, has an unusual obsession. He is always chasing after prize schemes. Over the years, he has won several items through lucky draws—small and big prizes alike. A washing machine, a motorcycle, household appliances—he has collected them all, free of cost.
By Khan 6 months ago in Confessions
A Tale of Loss, Resilience, and Family Bonds in a Small Village
A Tale of Loss, Resilience, and Family Bonds in a Small Village BY:Khan Sheikh Shaheen Sahbai, Mumtaz Bibi, and Amir Khan lived a simple yet content life with their three children—Shabbir, Mubeen, and their daughter Saadia—in a small two-room house in a quaint village. Though the village lacked many material luxuries, it was rich in human connections and relationships, something the family deeply cherished. Shabbir, the elder son, worked in the city, while Mubeen, the younger son, served as a conductor on a local village bus. Saadia, their only daughter, was a bright student in the seventh grade.
By Khan 6 months ago in Art
The Poison of Doubt: When Suspicion Shakes Life
The Poison of Suspicion: A Lesson in Faith and Patience BY:Khan Sometimes, the poison of doubt proves even more dangerous than the venom of a snake. It can silently seep into the heart of a household, creating cracks in the happiest of homes. Suspicion is like a disease: once it infects a person, it not only torments their own life but also seeks to drag others into anxiety, sorrow, and unnecessary distress. History itself is witness to the destructive power of suspicion. The first murder in human history was born out of doubt—Cain, driven by suspicion and envy, killed his brother Abel. Ancient Greek and Roman literature is also filled with wars and conflicts that erupted due to baseless doubts and misunderstandings.
By Khan 6 months ago in Families
A House Divided: The Tale of Misunderstandings and Reconciliation
A House Divided: The Tale of Misunderstandings and Reconciliation BY:Khan Life is a blend of sweet and bitter experiences, and it is these experiences that give color and meaning to our journey. But this beauty fades when a once-happy home is overshadowed by misunderstandings and ego. Aqib was an honest and respectable man, and his wife, Talat, was a wise and understanding woman. They were blessed with two sons and a daughter. Aqib’s business was modest but sufficient for their needs.
By Khan 6 months ago in Families
From Loss to Redemption: Rehan’s Journey Out of Gambling
From Loss to Redemption: Rehan’s Journey Out of Gambling BY:Khan Sheikh Shehbaz Shaheen’s son, Rehan, came home late again today. His mother, deeply concerned, immediately asked, “Why are you so late?” Rehan, exhausted, replied in a tired voice, “There was too much work, that’s why I got late.” His mother, reassured, sighed and went back to her prayers. Meanwhile, Rehan’s wife started warming the food, and the children, lost in their own little world, quietly observed.
By Khan 6 months ago in Families