Aiman Shahid
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The Version of Me They Never Knew
There is a version of me that most people never met. She is louder. Softer. Braver. More opinionated. Less apologetic. She laughs without checking who is watching. She says “no” without explaining herself three different ways. She dreams without first calculating who might be uncomfortable with her ambition.
By Aiman Shahidabout 19 hours ago in Confessions
The Untold Stories of Women in History
History, as it is often taught, feels like a gallery of kings, generals, inventors, and revolutionaries — most of them men. Yet behind every empire, every revolution, every scientific breakthrough, and every social transformation, women were present. They ruled nations, commanded armies, shaped intellectual movements, led resistance efforts, and redefined what leadership meant.
By Aiman Shahid3 days ago in Confessions
The Life I Almost Chose
There are moments in life that don’t look important while they’re happening. They don’t arrive with dramatic music or flashing lights. They come quietly — disguised as ordinary choices. A job offer. A relationship. A city. A “yes” or a “no.”
By Aiman Shahid4 days ago in Confessions
The Life I Almost Lived
There is a version of my life that exists only in imagination. In that life, I wake up at 6:30 a.m. to an alarm I never question. I dress in clothes that look impressive but feel unfamiliar. I commute along the same highway, nod at the same colleagues, sit in the same meetings. I earn enough. I am respected enough. I am stable enough.
By Aiman Shahid5 days ago in Confessions
The Science of Everyday Miracles
When we hear the word miracle, we often imagine supernatural events—burning bushes, parted seas, or impossible survivals. Yet science invites us to see miracles differently. It asks us to look closer at the ordinary: a drop of rain sliding down a window, the warmth of sunlight on skin, the steady rhythm of a heartbeat.
By Aiman Shahid6 days ago in Confessions
The Day I Stopped Waiting for Permission
There wasn’t a dramatic turning point—no thunderstorm, no slammed doors, no cinematic declaration of independence. The day I stopped waiting for permission began quietly, almost invisibly, like the first crack in a wall you’ve leaned on your whole life.
By Aiman Shahid7 days ago in Confessions
The Day I Realized I Was Living Someone Else’s Dream
I still remember the exact moment it happened — not because it was dramatic, but because it was painfully ordinary. It was a Tuesday morning. I was sitting at my desk, staring at a spreadsheet that refused to make sense no matter how many times I adjusted the numbers. Around me, keyboards clicked in mechanical rhythm. Phones rang. Someone laughed near the coffee machine.
By Aiman Shahid10 days ago in Confessions
The Hidden Power of Everyday Sounds
In our daily lives, we are constantly surrounded by a symphony of sounds. From the gentle hum of a refrigerator to the distant chirping of birds, our environment is filled with noises we often take for granted. While many people may perceive these sounds as mere background noise, research in neuroscience and psychology has revealed that everyday sounds wield a profound influence over our emotions, cognitive functions, and overall well-being. This exploration delves into the hidden power of ordinary sounds and how they subtly shape our minds.
By Aiman Shahid13 days ago in Confessions
The Art of Starting Over
Starting over is rarely a choice we make lightly. More often, it is handed to us—wrapped in endings we did not plan, losses we did not invite, or realizations we can no longer ignore. A job ends. A relationship collapses. A dream dissolves. Or sometimes, nothing dramatic happens at all—we simply wake up one morning with the quiet, unsettling awareness that the life we are living no longer fits the person we have become.
By Aiman Shahid14 days ago in Confessions
When Home Stops Feeling Like Home
Home is supposed to be the safest word in the language. It is the place we imagine when the world feels too loud, too fast, too unforgiving. It lives in childhood memories — in familiar walls, shared meals, worn-out couches, and the quiet comfort of knowing where everything belongs.
By Aiman Shahid15 days ago in Confessions
