koko khan

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"If Money Could Talk, Here’s What It Would Say to Me"
If money could talk, I think it would sound tired. Not angry, not greedy — just exhausted. Exhausted from being blamed for everything, from carrying the weight of every dream, every disappointment, and every broken promise we’ve made to ourselves.
By koko khan3 months ago in Humans
"The New Meaning of Travel in a Changing World"
Travel has always been one of humanity’s greatest teachers. For centuries, people have journeyed across borders seeking adventure, knowledge, and connection. Yet, in today’s rapidly changing world—marked by climate crises, digital revolutions, and shifting cultural dynamics—the very meaning of travel is being redefined. Tourism is no longer just about collecting passport stamps or checking off bucket lists. It’s about awareness, purpose, and a renewed understanding of our role as global citizens.
By koko khan3 months ago in Journal
"The Silence Between Heartbeats"
The first time I noticed it was in the hospital waiting room. The world around me buzzed with the soft hum of machines, nurses calling names, and the impatient tapping of shoes against linoleum floors. But beneath it all—when I finally sat still enough to listen—there was a space, a hollow pause between the steady beeps of the monitor. It wasn’t loud, it wasn’t obvious, but it was there. A silence between heartbeats.
By koko khan5 months ago in Humans
"The Night I Stopped Pretending to Be Okay"
🖤 The Day My Smile Gave Up on Me "Behind every perfect smile is a story no one dared to ask about." I used to be the one who smiled the most in every room. The one who made others laugh, who lifted the energy, who looked “so happy all the time.” People told me they admired my strength. They called me sunshine. But no one ever asked me if I was okay.
By koko khan6 months ago in Humans
"Ten Days to Heal a Broken Soul"
Ten Days to Heal a Broken Soul Day 2: Numb But Still Breathing When the world keeps moving but you can’t By Usama Khan
By koko khan6 months ago in Confessions
"Ten Days to Heal a Broken Soul"
Ten Days to Heal a Broken Soul Day 1: The Breaking Point By Usama Khan. I never thought I’d reach a place where my own silence felt louder than any scream. That kind of silence—the one that presses into your chest and doesn’t let you breathe—isn’t peaceful. It’s heavy. It’s the kind of silence you feel in hospitals, on rainy nights when nobody answers their phone, and in the middle of a sentence that ends with “I’m done.”
By koko khan6 months ago in Blush
"Love Shouldn't Be Survival"
What a Girl, a Park Bench, and a Sunflower Taught Me About Letting Go She sat on the edge of the park bench, arms wrapped tightly around her body, hidden beneath a soft gray shawl. To anyone walking by, she looked peaceful. Serene, even. But if you looked just a little closer, you’d see the tired weight in her posture, the stiffness in her shoulders, and the silence in her eyes that had nothing to do with rest.
By koko khan6 months ago in Humans
"The Currency of Control, Choice, and a False Sense of Freedom"
💵 The Image We Worship Look into the face of Benjamin Franklin — calm, confident, cold — printed on the hundred-dollar bill.
By koko khan6 months ago in Motivation
"You Don’t Need to Be Perfect to Be Powerful"
You Don’t Need to Be Perfect to Be Powerful Embracing Your Flaws Might Be the Boldest Strength You’ll Ever Show She stares into the mirror, silently picking herself apart. Not because she hates herself, but because the world taught her to.
By koko khan6 months ago in Motivation
" I Loved Him More Than He Deserved"
I knew he wasn’t good for me. Not right away, of course—these things never happen all at once. It’s a slow unraveling. A quiet shifting of lines you swore you’d never cross. I didn’t fall in love with a villain. I fell in love with someone who didn’t know how to love me back—and I stayed too long trying to teach him.
By koko khan6 months ago in Confessions
"Alone at the Top: The Price of Self-Priority"
Michael Hart was everything society defined as successful. At 38, he was the youngest partner at his consulting firm, wore tailored suits, owned a downtown penthouse, and had perched his life high enough to look down on the world—literally and figuratively. To the outside observer, he had “made it.” But as Michael sat alone on the cold stone steps outside a business summit, suit jacket crisp against the grey sky, a quiet emptiness gnawed at him—a hunger that success couldn’t feed.
By koko khan6 months ago in Humans
"Rise, Because You Can"
For most of her life, Meera lived in the background of her own story. She was the dependable one—the person who remembered birthdays, helped others study for exams, stayed late to clean up after events, and nodded along politely in conversations. But somewhere along the line, her quietness was mistaken for insignificance. People appreciated her, but rarely listened to her. They loved her help but never asked her opinion. Meera had dreams, but they were neatly folded and tucked away like letters never sent.
By koko khan6 months ago in Lifehack