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@zaqahmad_

Visual storyteller | Photographer | Digital artist | Football culture through images and words Turning moments into meaning.

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For some. Family is Poison. For some, Family Nurtures Growth, But For Others it Harms, and Distance Becomes an Act of Self Preservation.

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The first period of our life is ignorance. So, I guess we have an excuse to live day by day with no purpose. But surely with age comes intelligence. So, we should reach a stage where we find reason for our existence.

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He sat on an old football like a throne, laughing at a world that hadn’t taught him worry yet. The ball was worn, the ground dusty, but joy needed nothing new. In that moment, with green leaves behind him and laughter ahead, life was simple and enough.

He sat on an old football like a throne, laughing at a world that hadn’t taught him worry yet. 
The ball was worn, the ground dusty, but joy needed nothing new. In that moment, with green leaves behind him and laughter ahead, life was simple and enough.
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She leaned against the tree, the mango warm in her hands, as if it were a promise. The forest watched, patient and ancient, while she looked ahead with a calm that felt older than her years. In her silence lived a story, waiting for time to ask the right questions.

She leaned against the tree, the mango warm in her hands, as if it were a promise. 

The forest watched, patient and ancient, while she looked ahead with a calm that felt older than her years. 

In her silence lived a story, waiting for time to ask the right questions.
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At sunset, she stood by the water as the sky burned gold, capturing not just the light, but the quiet moment when time briefly learned to slow down. Drop your best Sunset Pic.

At sunset, she stood by the water as the sky burned gold, capturing not just the light, but the quiet moment when time briefly learned to slow down.

Drop your best Sunset Pic.
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Loneliness in Shadows. There are places in life where light doesn't reach, quiet corners where laughter fades, and the only sound is your own thoughts. He lived there, not by choice, but by the slow drift of time, loss, and silence. People passed, but never paused. He waved in

Loneliness in Shadows.

There are places in life where light doesn't reach, quiet corners where laughter fades, and the only sound is your own thoughts.
He lived there, not by choice, but by the slow drift of time, loss, and silence.
People passed, but never paused.
He waved in
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She played the piano the way some people pray, head bowed, shoulders heavy, fingers trembling with truths she could never say out loud. Each note carried a memory: laughter that faded, promises that cracked, love that learned how to leave quietly. The room listened without

She played the piano the way some people pray, head bowed, shoulders heavy, fingers trembling with truths she could never say out loud.
Each note carried a memory: laughter that faded, promises that cracked, love that learned how to leave quietly.
The room listened without
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The world won’t always clap for your growth. Some will smile at you while hoping you stay small. That truth is heavy, but it’s also power. Keep moving, keep building, and keep your vision quiet. You don’t need everyone’s love to succeed, only your discipline and belief. Let your