The Salma Series

 Salma wasn’t the type to attract attention. At school, she did what was expected—quietly. She wasn’t the smartest in class, but she was smart enough to know when something didn’t feel right. It started with a random email. She was in the computer lab, working on her essay for history class, when a message popped up on her screen. From: systemadmin@schoolnet.edu Subject: “DO NOT OPEN – CLASSIFIED: STUDENT PROFILE SWAP” She stared at it. It wasn’t even her email. The account logged in wasn’t hers. Confused, she checked the top corner: Admin Access – Grade Control Panel. Her heart skipped. “What is this?” Her fingers hovered. A normal person would log out. Walk away. But curiosity? Curiosity whispered, “Just take a look.” She clicked. Suddenly, rows and rows of student records opened—grades, behavior reports, attendance logs. But something odd stood out. Under the name “Salma A.”, the records were not hers. Suspensions, late assignments, even cheating cases—none of which she had ever...

 It started with a transfer. Her name was Tamara — skin like silk, voice like a threat, and eyes that said don’t mess with me. When she stepped into Form 3 at Royale Girls High, everything went quiet. She didn’t try to fit in. She didn’t follow the prefects. She didn’t even remove her nose ring. Salma, the usual firecracker of the school — loud, bold, fun — was suddenly sharing her spotlight with someone who glowed without trying. Girls whispered. Boys watched. Teachers avoided eye contact. Then things got weird. Books went missing. Phone cameras clicked under desks. One teacher fainted during a heated staff meeting. And every week, Tamara’s name was in someone’s mouth — but always in whispers. One day, Salma's best friend Maya stopped talking to her. Just like that. Blocked her. Ignored her. By the time Salma found out what happened, it was already too late. There was a video. A short clip of Maya, sneaking out of school, in a stranger’s car. It was sent to the principal anonymous...

Zahra had always believed love came softly, like a morning breeze brushing against your skin. But at 24, nothing had brushed her heart—not even once. Focused on her interior design studies and her part-time job at her aunt’s café, Zahra had little time for love. Her life was calm, ordinary… maybe too ordinary. That was until the day he walked in. It was a rainy afternoon when the glass door to the café flung open, letting in the cold and a stranger. He had messy curls, eyes like stormy clouds, and a confidence that didn’t try too hard. His name was Ayaan. He’d just moved into the neighborhood to work with a new architecture firm two blocks away. Zahra watched him from behind the counter, pretending to clean a cup she had already wiped three times. For weeks, he came in like clockwork. Always the same: black coffee, no sugar. But one day, Zahra decided to draw a smiley face on his cup. He smiled when he saw it—and left a sticky note in return: “Only if the barista smiles more too 😊.” A...

 It was supposed to be a normal Wednesday. Double history, breaktime samosas, and then that long boring ICT lesson where half the class slept with their eyes open. Everything was moving like usual—until the siren went off. BEEEEEP. BEEEEP. BEEEEEP. Everyone froze. People laughed at first. “It’s just a drill,” someone said. Until the headmistress herself ran into the hallway. Running. In heels. > “Out! Everyone outside NOW! Take nothing! Just move!” That’s when it got real. People grabbed bags anyway, hiding their phones in waistbands, shoving snacks into pockets. Some even took mirrors like it was a fashion show. We all ran to the assembly point like we’d trained for war. But something was off. There was no smoke. No fire truck. No smell. Just tension. And suddenly—we heard screaming. From the admin block. Everyone turned. Then silence. Then more screaming. Turns out, someone had broken into the staff room. Not to steal food. Not to destroy school property. No. They broke into t...

 It started with a friendship that looked unbreakable from the outside — Salma and Naila. They had known each other since Form 1, laughed at the same memes, shared clothes, skipped classes together, and cried over silly boys. But if only Salma knew that the person who knew her deepest secrets would one day use them as weapons. Salma had fallen for a boy named Saif — quiet, tall, mysterious. He wasn’t the type to entertain every girl, which made Salma feel lucky. He would text her every night, calling her "his peace." But the peace ended the moment Naila got involved. It started small — Naila asking questions like, “Do you really think he loves you?” or “Why doesn’t he post you?” Salma brushed it off, thinking it was normal jealousy. But the signs became louder. Naila was always online when Saif was. Sometimes she'd say things like, “I was just checking his status, not texting him.” But something in her tone was always too casual. One evening, Salma logged into her cousin’...

........😞😔 We dated for almost two years. Two whole years. And yet, I don’t remember a single surprise, not a single gift, not even flowers. He was just there… With sweet words, always knowing what to say — but never showing anything beyond that. I told myself, “Maybe he’s not the romantic type.” I stayed. I loved him for who I thought he was.   And no — I didn’t send it. I just ignored and hoped love would be enough. But then… She showed up. A girl I didn’t even know. She started appearing in his comments like clockwork. Heart emojis. “Mine 🥺❤️” Always the first to comment. He never stopped her. Actually… he started replying. Still, I kept quiet. Because I was the girlfriend, right? Then suddenly, silence. No calls. No texts. Nothing. Two full weeks. I thought maybe he was going through something. I waited. Then came that day. The organization I was in held a beautiful event to help the needy. I felt so fulfilled, so happy — I took a picture with my male friend who was also in ...

🔥🔥 He Texted Me… Then Vanished It started so unexpectedly. You know how life throws people into your path just like that? One moment you're done with high school, and the next—boom—you’re bumping into a familiar Instagram face in the same computer school. He had followed me a while back. Just a random follower. Nothing more. I never really gave it attention until one day.  I decided to deactivate my Instagram. I needed that peace. That silence. That break from the scroll. But guess who noticed? Out of nowhere, my WhatsApp pinged: "I'm not seeing your posts anymore. Where did you disappear to?" I blinked twice. Him? I told him I had deactivated my IG for a while and that I’d be back soon. That’s when he dropped it: > "I’m actually interested in you… Can we date?" My heart? Oh, it did that small butterfly thing. Not too wild, just a light flutter. I said yes. We started talking daily—laughs, voice notes, late-night convos that got a little too deep for co...

  ''Welcome to the Salma Series: Where Real Talk Begins'' July 16, 2025  Hey there, lovely people👋 I`m Salma, -and this marks the start of something new. My very first blog post So what`s this all about? I created this space because i wanted somewhere i could be real. No filters , no pretending just vibes, real talk fun gossip, love, drama, life lessons- all the things we go through but rarely say out loud. If you like sometimes overthinking, sometimes laughing too hard, sometimes broken, sometimes glowing-then this space is for us Here we will talk about things like ; How friendships feel fake lately Love that does not love back Social media pressure and soft life dreams Gossip that`s too juicy not to share And random deep thoughts at 2AM This is not just a blog- it is safe space for  people who feel too much think too much or just need to hear something real. I`m not perfect, I`m not famous I`m just a girl with stories- and I`m finally telling them. This is just to t...