Journey

Graduation Cakes and the Stories They Tell: Sweet Symbols of New Beginnings
Graduation is one of those moments in life that sticks. It’s a boundary marker—the end of something familiar and the start of something unknown. Whether it’s a preschooler grinning in a paper cap or a mature-age student finally crossing the stage after years of night classes, the sentiment is the same: achievement deserves to be celebrated. Among the flowers, speeches, and selfies, one tradition continues to hold its ground—graduation cakes. But these aren’t just desserts anymore; they’re stories sculpted in sugar, layered with meaning, and designed to be remembered.
By Rochelle Martinez8 months ago in Art
The Clock of Echoes
In the heart of Eldershire, a forgotten village tucked between the hills and the fog of time, there stood an ancient clock tower known as The Clock of Echoes. No one knew who built it or how it still ran, yet every evening at exactly six, its bell chimed, echoing through the valley like a haunting song from another world.
By DreamFold8 months ago in Art
"Zama Nang, Zama Wafa"
In the heart of the Spin Ghar mountains, where the snow caps sparkle under the golden Afghan sun, a young Pashtun named Tariq Gul was born into the proud Mohmand tribe. From his earliest days, Tariq was raised under the towering shadows of tradition—he was taught the values of nang (honor), wafa (loyalty), sabr (patience), and melmastia (hospitality).
By DreamFold8 months ago in Art
tramp visit to grand mousqe sheikh zayed
Today was a truly special and unforgettable day as I had the opportunity to visit one of the most iconic and breathtaking landmarks in the United Arab Emirates — the Sheikh Zayed Grand Mosque in Abu Dhabi. Known for its stunning architecture, peaceful ambiance, and spiritual significance, the mosque attracts millions of visitors from around the world each year. As I stepped into its majestic surroundings, I felt a sense of awe, peace, and admiration that is difficult to describe in words.
By saqiab khan8 months ago in Art
How Moshe S. Newhouse Turned a Camera and a Dream into a Life of Photography
Moshe S. Newhouse is more than just a photographer—he’s a visual historian of the ordinary. Based in Lakewood, New Jersey, Moshe’s work captures not just what is seen, but what is felt in fleeting, everyday moments. With nearly 30 years of experience, his journey from curious amateur to professional artist serves as a powerful reminder that passion, when nurtured with discipline, can transform not only your career—but your life.
By Moshe S Newhouse8 months ago in Art
The Library Between the Winds
In the town of Elmridge, where the hills whispered with old voices and the air always smelled of ink and rain, there stood a library that no one remembered building.
By DreamFold8 months ago in Art
"From Zero to Hope: How I Changed My Life with Just a Smartphone"
Life sometimes feels like a never-ending struggle. It feels like no matter how hard you try, you can't escape the cycle of failure and disappointment. That’s how my life was before everything changed. I was just another boy, lost in the crowd, with no clear direction, until one day, a simple thing — my smartphone — became the key to my transformation.
By Zakikhan8 months ago in Art
Bus Rental New York: A Smart Choice for Group Travel in NYC
Exploring the Benefits of Bus Rental in New York Navigating New York City can be overwhelming, especially when you’re organizing transportation for a group. Whether it's a corporate event, school trip, wedding, or sightseeing tour, choosing a professional bus rental New York service can save time, reduce stress, and enhance the travel experience.
By LuanaMia8 months ago in Art
The silent storms
They never see the storm beneath my silence, A war I fight with a smiling face. Pain with no audience, sorrow with no stage, I bleed within, in quiet disgrace.
By Royceinfinite 8 months ago in Art
The weight of silent pain
They never see the storm beneath my silence, A war I fight with a smiling face. Pain with no audience, sorrow with no stage,
By Royceinfinite 8 months ago in Art
Where Horses Run Free
In the lush, rolling countryside of Mehrabad, time didn’t race like it did in the cities. Here, it flowed slowly, like the small river that curved through wheat fields and orchards. It was a land of golden mornings, the scent of wet earth, and the rhythm of hooves echoing through the valley.
By Abuzar khan8 months ago in Art
Where Horses Run Free
In the lush, rolling countryside of Mehrabad, time flowed like the river that curved through its fields. There were no factories, no skyscrapers — just endless green, chirping sparrows, and the sound of hooves echoing down dusty lanes.
By Abuzar khan8 months ago in Art