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MY LIFE OF TWO SIDES. Content Warning.
My name is Karoline. I am German. My name reflects my origin, meaning (Freedom). My mother and father are the WWII generation of Germany. A big part of the 1970s "No war, Make love." generation. I had been brought up with the belief that what the war damaged in their life, it will not ruin my life. We are from Munich. The bombardment of the city in the end ruined not only the buildings but also people's lives. Mum often said underground bunkers were the places where people hid to avoid bombs. She used to say.
By kayhan egeli3 months ago in Confessions
Chuck Schumer and the Government Shutdown: What’s Happening and Why It Matters
The United States is once again facing a government shutdown caused by a political standoff over federal funding and spending priorities. The shutdown has stretched into several weeks, with no clear resolution in sight. Federal employees are going unpaid, government services are disrupted, and frustration among citizens is growing as Congress struggles to agree on a plan to reopen the government.
By America today 3 months ago in Confessions
When the Mirror Learns to Speak.
When you’re little and start showing signs of adolescence, it’s both a shy and awakening stage. You don’t quite know who you’re becoming yet — you’re caught between childhood and womanhood, between wanting to be invisible and wanting to be understood. If you have a caring family, that transition feels easier, almost gentle. They guide you through it without judgement. But when your family is the type that points and questions, conforming becomes a way of survival.
By Gladys Kay Sidorenko3 months ago in Confessions
The Secret My Husband Took to His Grave
The Secret My Husband Took to His Grave I never thought silence could be so loud. It has been eight months since Daniel passed away, yet the quietness of our home still hums with his absence. Every morning, I wake up expecting to hear the kettle whistle and his voice calling out, “Coffee or tea, love?” But all that greets me is the hollow echo of memory.
By Muhammad Ilyas3 months ago in Confessions
The Weight of Labels
I did not get angry because I was attacked. I got angry because I felt invisible. That is what labeling does. It reduces a human being—a soul with thoughts, experiences, and convictions—into a set of categories that can be dismissed before they even speak.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast3 months ago in Confessions
The Last Letter
Rain tapped gently against the cracked window as Evelyn sat at her old wooden desk, staring at the faded envelope in her trembling hands. Her name was written in a familiar handwriting—looped, elegant, and painfully recognizable. She hadn’t seen it in fifteen years, not since the day Daniel left.
By Waqas Ahmad3 months ago in Confessions
The Symphony of Us
My world had become a museum of quiet. Each room in my apartment was a carefully curated exhibit of a life I no longer lived. The grand piano in the corner was the centerpiece, a silent, polished beast under a sheet of dust and regret. I hadn't touched the keys since the accident. The music, once the very blood in my veins, had drained out of me, leaving behind a hollow shell named Elara.
By noor ul amin3 months ago in Confessions
“Freebies: The Price of a Love That Cost Everything”
Abbas Shah was the most capable boy in his class intelligent, disciplined, and deeply kind. As gifted as he was, he was also moral, loving, and generous. He would spend freely on his friends and relatives. God had blessed him with both talent and wealth a successful business, a bungalow, and hundreds of acres of land. Yet, his heart was as generous as that of Hatim Tai and Sakhi Arsala Khan.
By shahkar jalal3 months ago in Confessions
He Texted Me.. After the Funeral
He Texted Me… After the Funeral The funeral was over. The flowers had started to fade, and the air around me still smelled of incense and dust. Everyone had gone home, whispering their condolences as if words could fill the silence my father left behind.
By Rai Sohaib 3 months ago in Confessions
Don’t Wallow in Self-Pity After a Breakup — Get Up and Make Money
Breakups are some of life’s toughest challenges. They leave us questioning our worth, replaying memories, and feeling like the ground has shifted beneath our feet. For a while, it might feel impossible to see past the pain. But here’s the secret no one tells you: heartbreak doesn’t have to be the end of your story. In fact, it can be the beginning of something far greater — your personal and financial empowerment.
By Edina Jackson-Yussif 3 months ago in Confessions
