Aima Charle
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I am:
🙋🏽♀️ Aima Charle
📚 love Reader
📝 Reviewer and Commentator
🎓 Post-Grad Millennial (M.A)
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🏡 Birmingham, UK
📍 Nottingham, UK
Status : Single
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when i was in high school, i powerlifted and crude peers joked that my "tits would get hard." this didn't seem like a problem to me, but i knew what they intended to mean—small breasts, flat, more like pecs, defined and masculine. how derogatory of a woman. unfitting and disgusting. my irreverence toward gendered expectations bristled, challenged, and disturbed some. it excited others.
By Aima Charle8 months ago in Confessions
“Beneath the Ashes”
Mira had always been the quiet one in the room. She wasn’t shy—just... invisible. She had learned to shrink herself in spaces where she didn’t feel invited. Her dreams were shelved in favor of what others thought was "best." At twenty-eight, she worked a job she tolerated, lived in a city she didn’t love, and gave herself permission to be only a fraction of who she truly was.
By Aima Charle8 months ago in Fiction
The Walls I Built Around Love
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been afraid. Afraid of loving too deeply, afraid of giving too much of myself, and afraid of the inevitable hurt that always seems to follow. It’s strange because I long for connection, crave it even, but at the same time, I fear it. Every time I get close to someone, I feel this invisible wall go up inside me, and I wonder if they can feel it too. The tension between wanting love and fearing it has been a battle I’ve fought with myself for years.
By Aima Charle8 months ago in Fiction
The Archivist Case File
“You’re sure?” the technician asked, adjusting the dial with fingers that didn’t shake—though maybe they should have. Across from her, the woman nodded. Late forties, neat blouse, lipstick the color of dried roses. She didn’t fidget. Didn’t blink.
By Aima Charle8 months ago in Fiction
Pope Leo XIV: The American Shepherd of a Global Flock
Pope Leo XIV: The American Shepherd of a Global Flock On May 8, 2025, history was made in Vatican City as white smoke rose over St. Peter’s Basilica, announcing the election of a new leader of the Roman Catholic Church. The world would soon learn that the College of Cardinals had selected Cardinal Robert Francis Prevost, a native of Chicago, to become the 267th Bishop of Rome. Taking the papal name Leo XIV, he became not only the new spiritual leader of over 1.3 billion Catholics but also the first American pope in the Church’s two-thousand-year history.
By Aima Charle8 months ago in Journal
Tattoos the other side of pain.
They told me healing was quiet. That it came in white rooms, with gentle voices and softened edges. But no one tells you how loud the breaking is—how bones remember the fall longer than they remember standing. I didn't heal gently. I clawed my way out, bleeding truths I had swallowed for years.
By Aima Charle8 months ago in Poets
The Upload That Changed Everything
Rayyan was broke—again. Not in a dramatic, movie-scene way. Just the quiet, numbing kind of broke where your mobile data runs out and you wait for Wi-Fi like it’s rain in a desert. He had just enough cash to stretch five cups of chai over seven days, and his freelance clients had gone silent. Again.
By Aima Charle8 months ago in Confessions
From Street Beggar to Tech Tycoon
Every day, Bilal sat at the corner of Liberty Market with a tin can and a half-faded sign: “Hungry but hopeful.” Most people dropped a coin and kept walking. Some didn’t even see him. But Bilal watched everyone—not out of bitterness, but curiosity. What did people wear? What phones did they use? Which ones walked fast and which ones walked like they owned time?
By Aima Charle8 months ago in Motivation
