Zadan ZarikReader, Writer, Reviewer

In the world of Micro Fiction, stories come alive in just a few lines, each one a tiny universe of its own. These are the tales that whisper secrets, unravel mysteries, and lead us beyond imagination. They are the sparks that light up our minds and resonate with our souls, leaving us with a sense of wonder and contemplation.

In the world of this book, you will find a gravestone that echoes love, the last man on Earth facing an unexpected visitor, and reflections that switch places. You will witness a meteor hurdling towards Earth, bound hands that embrace the end, and a book that unveils the mysteries of the world to one. You will enter into a world of fingerprints, an abandoned house echoing a child’s laughter, and a text message from beyond the grave.

As you turn the pages, you will discover the magic of an old watch that stops ticking, a letter from a future self, and a single white feather in the chaos of war. You will find yourself locked in a room with only a mirror as the key, haunted by porcelain eyes, and floating in the void, disconnected from the tether.

In these stories, an antique mirror reveals a vibrant future, forests merge with lost souls, and shadows dance to unheard melodies. Time machines transport you to an era where cats rule and emotions are currency. The digital kingdom crumbles, handwritten love letters hold the scent of memory, and seeds of kindness grow into forests of compassion.

Libraries hidden in mountains whisper secrets to daring listeners, music boxes play haunting melodies, and a city’s words wield power. Street artists paint doorways to other worlds, and clock pieces allow you to relive the past but never create new moments. Dreams are sold, mysteries unravel in antique shops, and spectacles reveal the deepest desires.

The storyteller breathes life into tales, mechanical marvels inspire love, and colors exist only in dreams. Annual letters guide destinies, magician’s hats reveal portals, and ancient trees whisper forgotten prophecies. Locket worlds and futuristic typewriters offer glimpses into different times and places. Unforgettable moments are found at the carnival, and ambitions are rediscovered in the city of forgotten dreams. Oracles taste the past and future of objects, and music weaves magic.

An eccentric scientist’s glasses reveal hidden intentions, a wandering bard’s songs rekindle memories, and shadows come to life. Radiant hues heal and inspire, and libraries guard books written by mermaids. Clockmakers craft timepieces that reshape the past, and enchanted snow globes transport you to wondrous worlds. Emotions manifest as auras, and dreams are woven into tapestries of slumber.

Each story, no matter how brief, is a window into a world of wonder, where the ordinary becomes extraordinary and the mundane holds profound meaning. This book of Micro Fiction, prepares to be moved, and transported to places you never imagined possible. These are stories that speak volumes in just a few words, and they invite you to lose yourself in the world of the extraordinary.

When I reflected on the journey of my life in my book “Half-Life,” it led me to write this book. I realized how my own experiences have shaped my understanding of the evils and sins that plague society. In my past, I often found myself caught up in the currents of a world that, in many ways, seemed to glorify actions that were, in reality, destructive and immoral but never felt so, and that was an alarming thing I noticed right now. Over time, I began to see that the sins we once recognized as wrong had somehow become normalized (they call it the new norm), their true nature obscured by the smooth talk of those who sought to justify them. I call it re-labelling.

I remember a time when I, like many others, believed that sins were easily identifiable things like murder, theft, or lying. But as I moved through life, specifically the half-life, which I call 30 years, taking an average age of 60 years, and encountered various people and situations, I began to realise that the nature of sin is far more insidious than I had initially understood. It wasn’t just about grand, overt acts of wrongdoing. It was in the small compromises, the moments when I allowed myself to look the other way or when I justified selfish actions with the belief that they were harmless or even necessary. Then I heard the Ayat mentioning Solomon, the Queen of Yemen, The Hoopoe and the statement of the Hoopoe about what it observed in the Queen’s land.

As now I grew older, I recognized a disturbing pattern. My society had, in many ways, been conditioned to accept behaviours that were once condemned, not far ago, but just a decade ago. I saw this shift in my thoughts, in the conversations around me, with people I interact, and in the media that flooded our lives. It became clear that Satan had subtly woven these sins into the fabric of our daily existence, glorifying them to such an extent that they no longer appeared as sins at all, I recall the story of Solomon and Hoopoe bird. Greed, deceit, pride, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, interest, wine, swine, fraud, cheatings, these were once considered vices to be avoided, but now, they had been repackaged or I say re-labelled as virtues or, at the very least, as necessary evils for success in a competitive world.

In fact, many of us began to view sin as something outdated, a relic of an older, more rigid moral code. We grew comfortable with it, even when we knew, deep down, that we were veering off the path of righteousness. But what I came to understand, through my own struggles and experiences, was that sin does not lose its power simply because we’ve stopped calling it what it is. In fact, it becomes even more dangerous when we are no longer able to recognize it for what it truly is. This becomes a force that erodes our integrity and our connection to the divine.

Looking back, I see now how easily Satan has distorted our perceptions. He didn’t need to introduce new sins; instead, he simply distorted what was already there. He wrapped sin in layers of justification so that he made us forget its true cost. The loss is not just to others, but to our very souls. Slowly, what was once shameful became commonplace. What was once sinful was now seen as normal. We have, in many ways, become so accustomed to these sins that we scarcely recognize them, let alone fight against them.

This book is not just a reflection on the evils of society; I wrote it for a personal exploration of how easily I, too, have been swayed by these subtle forces and how it can help you too. It is a journey of awakening, of confronting the lies we tell ourselves and the lies modern society has taught us to believe. I write it with the hope that, you might see the dangers lurking in the things we have come to accept, and that we can all begin to question, challenge, and reject the sins that have become so ingrained in our lives.

May this book serve as a reminder that the fight against evil is not only external but also internal. The true battle begins when we look within ourselves and recognize the sins we have accepted, forgiven, or even glorified. Only then can we begin to reclaim our integrity and our connection to the divine truth.

It is a rare or never-spoken topic. Two people walking side by side, each offering strength, love, and support to the other. Then, what happens when that balance starts to shift? When one partner, often the wife, feels as if she’s carrying the weight of the entire relationship while the other seems to be sinking under his own burdens?

I wrote this book for the women who silently carry that weight, who wake up each day wondering how much more they can bear. It’s for the wives who feel like they’re drowning in responsibility, alone. It’s for women whose hearts ache as they watch their husbands slip further away, emotionally, mentally, or physically, while they themselves are stretched thinner and thinner. It’s for the women who have given everything and still feel like it’s never enough.

Please understand this book is not about the blame game. I do not want you as finger-pointing or condemning anyone. But, to be an understanding person. Understanding how, over time, the small things like his emotional distance, lack of effort, and failure to step up can slowly begin to feel like an anchor tied around your ankles. It’s about the quiet exhaustion that builds in the background, for example, the mental load, the unspoken expectations, and the feeling of always having to be the one who holds it all together.

Maybe you’re the wife who spends every night lying awake, thinking, why am I the only one fighting for us? Or perhaps you’ve reached a point where you no longer know how to ask for help or whom to ask for help. Because even the idea of asking seems like one more burden to bear. The weight of emotional labour, the constant balancing act of caregiving, financial stress, and household duties is too much for one person. Yet, somehow, it falls on you.

This isn’t just about a “bad marriage.” It’s about an imbalance that can slip in quietly over time. A husband may not even realize how his actions, or his lack of action, are slowly draining the life out of the relationship. He may not understand that emotional neglect or a lack of effort in the home contributes to an unspoken crisis. But for the wife, it feels suffocating.

I want to speak to those moments for the ones that don’t make it to the surface. The silent tears, the whispered frustrations, the long, lonely days you’re too tired to talk about. If you’ve ever felt like you’re holding your marriage together with nothing more than hope and sheer willpower, this book is for you.

This book is also for husbands who may not see the toll their behaviour is taking and who might not realize that what they thought was a small issue has become a mountain of unspoken pain. I want you to understand and perhaps change the course of your relationship.

Together, we can break the silence. Let’s talk about the things that are rarely said but often felt. The burdens that wives carry when their husbands, unintentionally or not, become a weight on their shoulders. If you’re ready to confront the uncomfortable truth and start a new conversation about how we care for each other in marriage, then turn the page. It’s not too late to change the dynamic, to lift the burden, and to rebuild what’s been lost.