Childhood

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
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
Snurfs demonic
The Song That Didn’t Save Me by Ceaser Greer Jr. I used to think life was supposed to sound like the Smurf “la la la” song. Simple. Catchy. Safe. A melody that looped through childhood like a cartoon rerun—always cheerful, always blue. The Smurfs didn’t worry about bills, heartbreak, or generational curses. They just sang. And I tried to do the same.
By Ceaser Greer Jr3 months ago in Confessions
The Cat and the Milk Pot
The Cat and the Milk Pot BY:Khan It was only a few months ago, yet the memory remains fresh in my mind — strange, mysterious, and unforgettable. My BA exams were just around the corner when, quite unexpectedly, I fell seriously ill. For days, I couldn’t even get out of bed. Weakness had taken over my body completely; every time I tried to stand, the world around me would spin, forcing me to lie back down again.
By Khan 3 months ago in Confessions
New York rapper who joined Trump campaign rally sentenced for attempted murder | AP
## What is the case about? This news concerns a New York City rapper known professionally as **Sheff G**, whose legal name is **Michael Williams**, and his sentencing for **attempted murder** and **conspiracy**. The rapper, who previously joined **Donald Trump** onstage during a campaign rally in 2024, admitted to using proceeds from his music to fund gang-related violence in Brooklyn. ([AP News][1])
By America today 3 months ago in Confessions
The Last Promise of a Mother on the Burning Train
The Last Trust of a Mother BY: Ubaid It was nearly two years ago when I, Professor Dr. F.H. Farooqi, was traveling by train from Karachi to Lahore with my son after attending a wedding ceremony. The train crossed Rohri station, and after having our meal, we both lay down on our berths to rest. The rhythmic motion of the train was soothing, but suddenly, a wave of panic spread through the coaches. People began shouting hysterically—“The train is on fire!”
By Ubaid 3 months ago in Confessions
The Hidden 20s: A Lesson Beyond Textbooks
The Test Beyond the Textbooks By Sadiq ur Rehman Shah, Sargodha When I stood first in my school examination, joy overwhelmed me like never before. My parents were delighted, showering me with praise, and even arranged a grand family dinner in my honor. Being the youngest and much-loved son, my achievements were always celebrated, but this time it was different. Despite the expensive tuition classes my parents had invested in, despite their countless sacrifices, I had rarely brought them the kind of success that filled them with pride. Yet this time, with a first position, it felt like I had finally justified their hope in me.
By Ubaid 3 months ago in Confessions
Dump Truck Tire Puncture on the Road
Dump Truck Tire Puncture on the Road The sun was only beginning to rise when I started my drive that morning. The road stretched out like an endless ribbon of gray, and the air was cool enough that I had my window cracked just to feel the breeze. Driving a dump truck isn’t glamorous, but there’s something calming about being on the highway before most people are awake. The world feels quieter, slower, and for a while, it’s just you and the road.
By Fareed Ullah3 months ago in Confessions
Hysterectomy
Tamara tapped her coffee mug nervously with her pointer finger. The matte black nail polish on her fingers were chipped and her nail edges were jagged, sharp from repetitive biting. Her foot tapped the linoleum floor the way a woodpecker hammers a tree. The kitchen was dim, only a single bulb on the three-bulb ceiling fan was lit, and the light was weak but reflected off the lavender colored walls shone like gold. Tamara could hear the cat’s water fountain echoing sound fading into the distance. Her mind was far from easy. “I never wanted kids anyway,” she silently reminded herself as she read over the procedure guidelines for her upcoming hysterectomy. “1. Read and follow all pre-operative instructions. 2. Drink plenty of water and fluids. 3. Get all your prescriptions filled. 4. Shop for any necessary food. (Try to get prepared meals that just need to be placed in the oven.) 5. Choose an advocate.” Choose an advocate, it says. Well Tamara knew right away who that advocate would be. Her younger sister, Lottie. The Skelling sisters were best friends, and they were always each other's advocates. Her tapping stopped and a slight, momentary smile came to her face. Almost like a smirk but without sarcasm. Tamara was looking forward to spending the few days with her. And as if summoned by her sister's thoughts, Lottie’s car pulled into the driveway. She grabbed her gym bag, water bottle and keys then walked out of her house, locking the door behind her.
By Theresa M Hochstine4 months ago in Confessions
The Government’s Best Friends
The Government’s Best Friends In the heart of the city stood an old coffee shop, a place people fondly called *The Corner of Friendship.* It was a spot where politicians, officials, and ordinary citizens often crossed paths. Some came to talk business, others to argue, and many simply to vent about the government.
By waseem khan4 months ago in Confessions
The Surprised Trend of Converting to Islam Around the World
The Surprised Trend of Converting to Islam Around the World Walk into a mosque in Berlin, New York, or Cape Town, and you might notice a surprising scene. A woman with blond hair adjusts her scarf before prayer. A man who once sang in church now whispers verses of the Qur’an. A university student, raised without any faith, repeats Arabic words with quiet devotion. Despite widespread Islamophobia, thousands of people around the world continue to embrace Islam. The trend surprises many, yet for those who witness it closely, the reasons unfold with clarity.
By waseem khan4 months ago in Confessions