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Ink That Never Fades: The Tattoo I Got for My Brother
Some losses never heal. They just become part of who you are—etched into your soul like ink in skin. That’s what losing my brother felt like. One moment, we were laughing about something stupid only we would understand, and the next… he was gone. Sudden. Brutal. Final.
By Azmat Roman ✨6 months ago in Humans
When My Son Came Out, I Finally Stepped Into the Light Too
For most of my life, I wore a mask. Not the kind you put on during Halloween, but the invisible kind — the one that fits so tightly it becomes part of your skin. I wore the mask of a strong, dependable parent. I wore the mask of someone who had it all figured out. But most of all, I wore the mask of someone who was entirely straight.
By Azmat Roman ✨6 months ago in Pride
The Clockmaker’s Last Secret
In the quiet, mist-laden town of Eldermere, where cobblestone streets wound like the gears of an ancient timepiece, there lived a clockmaker named Elias Veyne. His shop, tucked between a butcher’s stall and a forgotten bookstore, was a place of whispers—both literal and imagined. The townsfolk said Elias didn’t just repair clocks; he "listened "to them.
By Azmat Roman ✨6 months ago in Fiction
Trapped in the Feed: How Convenience Culture Is Rewiring Our Minds
It starts innocently enough. You wake up, reach for your phone, and scroll through notifications. A like here, a message there, a headline, a meme, a video. Before you’ve even stepped out of bed, you’ve consumed more information than your ancestors did in a day.
By Azmat Roman ✨6 months ago in Journal
The Hidden Cost of Convenience: How Technology is Reshaping Human Behavior
In just a few decades, technology has evolved from a helpful tool into a dominant force shaping how we think, interact, and function in society. We’ve come to expect speed, accessibility, and efficiency in almost every aspect of life—from ordering food to finding love, from navigating cities to managing finances. While these advancements have brought undeniable convenience, they have also triggered a fundamental shift in human behavior—often in ways we don’t fully understand or acknowledge.
By Azmat Roman ✨6 months ago in Journal
He Was My Brother — Until He Chose to Be a Stranger
We were never just siblings. We were a team. At least, that’s what I told myself growing up. My older brother, Malik, had always been my protector. When our parents divorced, it was his voice that told me everything would be okay. When I cried myself to sleep, it was his hand on my back. When I didn’t fit in at school, it was him who walked me home, daring anyone to mess with me.
By Azmat Roman ✨6 months ago in Confessions
Words That Touch the Soul: Deep Love Messages She’ll Never Forget
In a world where quick texts and emojis have become the norm, something as timeless and profound as a deep love message can be a rare treasure. We often forget how powerful words can be when they are soaked in emotion, vulnerability, and truth. When you truly love someone, especially a woman who holds your heart, expressing that love in words can create unforgettable moments—messages she’ll read over and over again, messages she’ll save, messages she’ll feel in her soul.
By Azmat Roman ✨6 months ago in Humans
Ceasefire Isn’t Enough: What the World Must Do to Truly End the War in Gaza
For months now, Gaza has been a living nightmare. The headlines may come and go, but for the people who wake up every day under drones, rubble, and hunger—this isn't a news cycle. It's their reality.
By Azmat Roman ✨6 months ago in The Swamp
Where the Rubble Speaks: A Child’s Cries in Gaza’s Silence
Where the Rubble Speaks: A Child’s Cries in Gaza’s Silence There are no safe places left in Gaza. That sentence, once unthinkable, has now become a mantra for journalists, doctors, aid workers, and the civilians still struggling to survive under relentless airstrikes, displacement, and suffocating siege. Gaza, already one of the most densely populated and impoverished areas in the world, has become an open-air graveyard. And still, the bombs fall.
By Azmat Roman ✨6 months ago in The Swamp
We Don’t Talk Anymore, But I Still Know Her Birthday by Heart
It’s strange how the mind holds on to things even when the heart is trying to let go. I haven’t spoken to her in over two years. No texts. No calls. Not even a passive-aggressive like on a social media post. She’s just… gone. A ghost in my story. But every July 14th, without fail, my brain sends a silent reminder: It’s her birthday today.
By Azmat Roman ✨6 months ago in Confessions
When Pleasing Everyone Meant Losing Me
For most of my life, I wore the label “the dependable one” like a badge of honor. I prided myself on being the friend who showed up, the partner who adjusted, the family member who never said no. I believed that love was something you earned by being useful. By being agreeable. By being small.
By Azmat Roman ✨6 months ago in Humans
Before the Silence: Remembering the Girl Who Spoke Too Loudly
Some days, I miss her—the girl I used to be before the silence. She was loud, not in the way that annoyed, but in the way that filled rooms. Her laughter cracked open quiet mornings. Her opinions came unfiltered, often too raw for people used to soft-spoken compliance. She asked too many questions, challenged too many rules, loved too loudly, cried too openly. She didn’t know shame the way she would later come to know it. She didn’t flinch when she said the wrong thing or apologized for her existence when she hadn’t done anything wrong.
By Azmat Roman ✨6 months ago in Blush
