Bad habits
The Day I Stopped Chasing People Who Didn’t Care.
The Day I Stopped Chasing People Who Didn’t Care When I stopped running after them, I finally found me. I used to believe that if I just loved people hard enough, they’d eventually love me back. I thought devotion could rewrite disinterest, and persistence could melt indifference. Every unanswered text felt like a challenge to prove my worth, every canceled plan a sign that I just needed to try a little harder.
By Muhammad Ilyas3 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Realized I Wasn’t Happy Anymore.
The Day I Realized I Wasn’t Happy Anymore A Journey from Emptiness to Self-Discovery It started like any other ordinary morning. The alarm buzzed relentlessly, a sound I had grown to hate but somehow ignored for years. I rolled over, rubbed my eyes, and reached for the phone that had become my lifeline to the world. Notifications flashed across the screen: emails from work, messages from friends I hadn’t really spoken to in weeks, reminders of bills, appointments, tasks, and a million tiny responsibilities. Everything seemed “normal,” yet something inside me felt hollow. That strange, gnawing emptiness had been building for months, but I had cleverly buried it beneath routines and obligations.
By Muhammad Ilyas3 months ago in Confessions
Letter to the girl at the Falling in Reverse concert in Indy 2025-
To the girl at the Falling in Reverse concert in Indy 2025- I saw the skinny snot that laughed at you as you walked up the stairs minding your own business and excitedly going to catch up to your friend. I’d just walked past her at the bottom of the stairs as I went up to find a spot on the lawn after having just purchased a shirt. I saw her point you out to her boyfriend and they laughed as you walked up. I was just a few steps behind you but you paused when you reached your friend and I kept ascending. I had thought about what I might say to you as I passed but ended up not saying anything, although in my mind, I had already known you were aware of the laughter following you up the steps as I was hearing it clearly myself.
By Sarah Lynn Jones3 months ago in Confessions
The Day My Supervisor Said the Shahada
The Day My Supervisor Said the Shahada” (An Unexpected Journey to Faith) I had worked under Mr. Thompson for almost three years. He was the kind of supervisor everyone respected — strict, punctual, and professional. But behind that calm demeanor, there was a cold distance. He never joined us for Friday prayers, even though he would always excuse us early.
By waseem khan3 months ago in Confessions
Do You Trust Me?
Some lessons don’t come through sermons or scriptures. Sometimes they come quietly, when you least expect them, through something as simple as a phone screen and a voice that asks one question you can’t ignore. This is the true story of how God spoke to Joey one night while he played poker on his phone, preparing him for a storm he didn’t see coming.
By Joey Raines3 months ago in Confessions
The Yes Next Door. Content Warning.
We make it to the kitchen because water sounds wise and the bed was becoming a storm with no edges. The light over the sink is a warm coin; the counter is cool, slick under my palms. She hands me a glass and watches me drink like the act itself is foreplay. Maybe it is.
By Chahat Kaur3 months ago in Confessions
The Dark Spell
The Dark Spell By Sehar Rana Black magic, evil charms, and spiritual manipulation — things we often dismiss as superstition — have become a silent disease spreading through our society. People fall prey to so-called spiritual healers, destroying lives and families.
By Khan 3 months ago in Confessions
“When Allah Closed the Door”
“When Allah Closed the Door” The night was louder than my heartbeat. Rain smashed against the hospital window as if the sky itself was crying with me. My father was in the ICU, fighting for his life. Machines beeped, nurses rushed, and I sat in a corner of the waiting room, clutching my prayer beads and whispering one broken dua over and over — “Ya Allah, please… please save him.”
By waseem khan3 months ago in Confessions
Waiting to Be Wanted. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
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By Tish3 months ago in Confessions
The Last Confession: I Burned the Box of Unsent Love Letters, And This is What Happened Next
For ten years, it sat in the back of my closet—a plain, battered cardboard box, stained at the corners from a forgotten spill. It wasn't full of letters I’d received, but letters I’d written, but never mailed. Love letters, apologies that choked in my throat, bursts of rage that evaporated into cold silence, and desperate pleas for attention. All directed at people who, thankfully or regrettably, never read them. It was, in essence, an archive of an alternate life I was always too terrified to step into.
By Hussein Gazo3 months ago in Confessions
