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When Dreams Come With Doubts...
Ever since I was a younger kid (I'm technically still a teenager), I’ve been told I’d make a great doctor. Not because I was diagnosing teddy bears or carrying a mini stethoscope around — but because my mom and grandma who are really loving and inspirational wanted to be doctors but life (finances) had other plans.
By A Girl's Dream6 months ago in Confessions
She Blocked Me 3 Years Ago Then Messaged Me Last Night
I was half-asleep when my phone buzzed. It was 1:38 am ...................... ........................ I ignored it at first Probably a marketing message or a group notification. But then it buzzed again. This time a direct message on Instagram.
By Muhammad Riaz6 months ago in Confessions
The Silence I Inherited
In the country where I currently live, the world often feels upside down. Every day brings a fresh dose of absurdity. People drive recklessly, drunk and unaware of consequences. Laws seem like mere suggestions, and the streets are filled with chaos. I don’t engage with much of it—I stay away. I have learned to withdraw, to protect my peace by limiting my contact with others.
By Saeed Ullah 6 months ago in Confessions
The Last Orange She Peeled for me
I hadn’t spoken to my mother in three years. Not since the night everything fell apart—when the weight of years and unspoken words cracked the fragile glass between us. The fight itself was stupid, if I’m honest. Something about who I loved, how I lived, and how much of that didn’t match the picture she had carried in her head since I was a child.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah6 months ago in Confessions
THE BABY I NEVER GOT TO HOLD
I remember the moment I found out I was pregnant. My hands were shaking, heart pounding so loud I could barely hear my own thoughts. In that tiny bathroom, holding a stick that would change everything, I felt a strange mix of fear and joy. I whispered, “I’m going to be a mom.” And for a short while, that whisper became a promise.
By Ms Rotondwa Mudau6 months ago in Confessions
I Let AI Control My Life for 30 Days — It Changed Me in Ways I Didn’t Expect
Let me start with a confession: I’m not someone who usually hands over control. I’m a planner, a list-maker, a second-guesser. But in a moment of curiosity (and maybe slight burnout), I asked myself a wild question:
By Asim Ali6 months ago in Confessions
How to Create a Life You Love
What if your dream life isn’t waiting to be found—but quietly asking to be built? Every morning, millions of people wake up, brush their teeth, scroll their phones, drink coffee, and dive into a life they never consciously chose. Somewhere along the way, routine replaced purpose. But what if this very moment—right now—was your opportunity to press reset?
By USAMA KHAN6 months ago in Confessions
"The Shadow Looks Back"
A psychological tale of confronting your deepest fears to find your truest self. 1.The Unsettling Reflection Emily had always been fascinated by mirrors. She loved staring at her reflection, admiring her features, and making funny faces to see how they would look. But one day, while getting ready for bed, Emily noticed something strange in the mirror. At first, she thought it was just a trick of the light, but as she looked closer, she realized that there was a figure standing just behind her.
By M.Changer6 months ago in Confessions
Soft Strength: The Power of Gentle Resilience in a Harsh World
We live in a world that often confuses toughness with strength. Loud voices, bold moves, and hard edges are celebrated as symbols of power, while softness—kindness, empathy, vulnerability—is frequently mistaken for weakness. But there is a different kind of strength. One that doesn’t shout to be seen. One that doesn’t crush others to stand tall. One that survives storms not by resisting them, but by bending with grace. This is gentle resilience—a soft strength that quietly endures, heals, and transforms.
By Aiman Shahid6 months ago in Confessions
Rekindling My Childhood Love for Writing
Story: There was a time when I believed words could fix everything. I was eight years old when I wrote my first story. It was about a time-traveling pigeon who rescued lost socks from dryers. The plot made little sense, but I remember the feeling that coursed through me as I scribbled page after page in a wide-ruled notebook: a quiet kind of joy, like building a secret world no one else could see unless I let them.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Confessions
