Nadisa

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Beshaq

#TheStudentWhoKnewTooMuch

Everyone in school thought Zara was strange. She always sat in the last row, never talked much, and somehow knew things before they happened. One Monday morning, she walked into class and quietly told her friend, “Don’t sit near the window today.” Her friend laughed but changed seats anyway. Ten minutes later, the old window suddenly shattered because a football hit it from outside. The whole class screamed. Zara just kept writing in her notebook.

After that, rumors spread through the school. Some students thought she was psychic. Others thought she was just lucky. But then stranger things started happening. One day, the science teacher announced a surprise test, and Zara whispered the exact questions before the papers were even handed out. Another time, she told the class monitor, “The principal is coming upstairs right now.” Seconds later, the principal appeared at the door. Everyone started staring at her like she was hiding a secret.

One rainy afternoon, the electricity went out during the last period. The classroom became dark and silent. Suddenly, Zara stood up and said in a shaky voice, “Someone else is here.” The students laughed nervously, but then they heard footsteps in the empty hallway outside. Slow. Wet. Heavy footsteps. The classroom door creaked open by itself. Nobody was there. The teacher tried to calm everyone down, but even she looked terrified. Then Zara pointed at the blackboard and whispered, “He’s standing there.”

The lights came back on instantly. Written across the blackboard in dripping water were the words: “THANK YOU FOR SEEING ME.” The next day, Zara never came back to school. When students checked the old yearbooks, they found a black-and-white photo from 30 years ago. A girl sat in the last row with the same face, same eyes, and the same name: Zara.

#YourStoryIsStillBeingWritten

#TheHomeworkDisaster

One day, Ali forgot to do his homework again. But this time, he had a “genius” plan. Before class started, he quickly opened his notebook and wrote random numbers, arrows, and circles everywhere to make it look complicated. When the teacher came, she looked at his notebook and asked, “Ali…what is this?” Ali proudly said, “Miss, this is advanced mathematics.” The teacher adjusted her glasses and replied, “Ali, this is English class.”

The whole class exploded with laughter, but Ali still refused to give up. “Miss, language is also math…because both have letters.” Even the teacher started laughing. Then his best friend Hamza whispered, “Bro, you even wrote ‘banana = triangle.’” Ali looked shocked. “Wait…that’s wrong?”

Trying to save himself, Ali suddenly held his stomach and shouted, “Miss, I think I’m sick!” The teacher calmly nodded and said, “Okay, then go to the principal’s office and explain your ‘advanced mathematics’ there too.” Ali immediately sat back down and said, “Wow…miracle. I’m cured.”

At the end of the class, the teacher announced, “Ali, since you love creativity so much, tomorrow you’ll present your homework in front of everyone.” Ali’s soul almost left his body. That night, for the first time in history, Ali actually did his homework before even touching his phone.

Perfection is like chasing the horizon — no matter how far you go, it keeps moving. You don’t have to be perfect to be worthy, talented, or successful. Some of the strongest people are the ones who made mistakes, failed badly, cried silently, and still kept going. A cracked pencil still writes. A messy painting can still become beautiful. Growth happens when you stop fearing imperfections and start learning from them. So instead of trying to be perfect every second, try to be real, kind, and improving. That’s more powerful than perfection will ever be.

#TheLaughingFan

Ayaan loved sleeping with his fan on, even in winter. Every night, the old ceiling fan in his room made a strange clicking sound. “Click…click…click…” His mother told him the fan was too old and should be replaced, but Ayaan laughed and said, “It sounds like it’s talking to me.” One night, while studying late, the fan suddenly stopped spinning. The room became silent. Then he heard a soft laugh above him. “Hehehe…” Ayaan looked up slowly, but the fan was completely still. He nervously switched it off and went to sleep.

At exactly 3:07 AM, he woke up because the fan had started spinning again on its own. Faster. Faster. Faster. The clicking sound turned into whispers. “Ayaan…look up…” His body froze. The room smelled like dust and something rotten. He pulled the blanket over his face, but the voice became louder. “LOOK UP.” Trembling, he slowly lowered the blanket. Hanging upside down from the fan was a pale woman with long black hair wrapped around the blades. Her wide eyes stared directly into his. The fan kept spinning while she stayed perfectly still.

Ayaan screamed and ran to his parents’ room, but the hallway was dark and empty. No lights. No sound. Every door in the house had disappeared except his bedroom door behind him. Then he heard the fan clicking again from inside the room. “Click…click…click…” The woman’s voice whispered from behind him, “You forgot to say goodnight.” He turned around and saw her standing at the end of the hallway now, her neck twisted sideways and her feet dragging backward.

The next morning, Ayaan’s parents found his room empty. The only thing moving was the old ceiling fan spinning slowly on its own. “Click…click…click…” When his mother looked closer, she saw something carved into the dusty ceiling above the fan: “HE LOOKED UP.”

The Wi-Fi Password

Bilal’s family finally got new Wi-Fi, and he acted like he had become the king of the internet. He changed the password every day just to annoy his younger sister. One night he announced dramatically, “Only intelligent people deserve Wi-Fi access.” Five minutes later, he forgot the password himself.

At midnight, while everyone slept, Bilal went downstairs to restart the router. The house was completely dark except for the blinking green lights. Suddenly, the Wi-Fi name changed by itself.

“IMWATCHINGYOU”

Bilal laughed nervously. “Wow. Very funny.”

Then another network appeared.

“LOOKBEHINDYOU”

His smile vanished.

Slowly… he turned around.

Nothing.

He grabbed the router and ran back upstairs like a scared cat. But when he reached his room, his laptop screen suddenly switched on by itself. Words began typing across the screen:

“YOU ALWAYS WASTE TIME. WHY DON’T YOU TRY HARDER?”

Bilal’s hands shook. He thought maybe his friends were pranking him. Then another line appeared:

“YOU SAID YOU WOULD CHANGE THIS YEAR.”

That hit him hard.

Bilal stared silently at his unfinished homework, bad grades, and ignored goals scattered around the room. The scary messages felt less like a ghost… and more like his own guilt haunting him.

Suddenly, the lights went out.

A loud crash came from downstairs.

Bilal screamed so loudly that his father woke up and ran into the room holding… a frying pan.

Turns out the “ghost” was Bilal’s little sister using a hidden app to control the laptop and Wi-Fi names for revenge.

The next morning, everyone laughed at Bilal for getting bullied by a twelve-year-old hacker.

But strangely, the messages stayed in his mind.

From that day on, Bilal stopped wasting every night online and started focusing on his studies too. Months later, when he got the highest marks in class, his sister smirked and asked, “So… should I scare you again before exams?”