Childhood
The Last Bench We Sat On
There’s a wooden bench outside our village school. It’s old — the paint is chipped, the legs are slightly bent, and one side creaks when you sit. Most people don’t even notice it anymore. It blends into the background like a forgotten photograph on a dusty shelf.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah6 months ago in Confessions
The Stranger’s Notebook
The Stranger’s Notebook On a quiet afternoon, Maya wandered through the park, hoping the familiar rustle of leaves and distant laughter would calm the restless thoughts in her mind. Her world had felt heavy lately—filled with memories she couldn’t shake and questions with no answers. As she passed the old oak tree, something caught her eye: a small, worn notebook resting on a bench, its leather cover cracked and soft with age.
By Furqan Elahi6 months ago in Confessions
Call Me By Your Name Again
Luca remembered the summer when everything changed. He was only seventeen when he met Adrien — a visiting French artist who arrived in Luca’s small Italian town to work on a mural for the local museum. Adrien had curly hair, sun-warmed skin, and a laugh that made strangers smile. Luca never believed in love at first sight until Adrien stepped off that train.
By Solene Hart6 months ago in Confessions
Life After Summer
Life After Summer It always begins with the wind. That soft, familiar shift in the air — when the summer heat starts to loosen its grip, and evenings become kinder. It’s not quite autumn yet, but the world begins to cool, slowly, almost thoughtfully. Just like she had.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Confessions
Full of feelings and questions. Top Story - August 2025.
Who is my mother? And what has she become? Sometimes it feels like a completely different person stands before me—heartless, distant, cruel. What turned her into this? Money? Time? Boredom? Or something much deeper that I’ll never understand?
By Anna 6 months ago in Confessions
From Jealousy to Gratitude. AI-Generated.
For years, I was at war — not with the world, but with my own heart. On the outside, I lived a quiet life. I greeted others with a smile, said “MashaAllah” when someone shared good news, and nodded during reminders about being thankful. But inside, I was burning with silent jealousy — not because I hated others, but because I couldn't understand why their lives were moving forward while mine remained still.
By Kaleem Ullah6 months ago in Confessions
The Dream I Hid for 10 Years. AI-Generated.
For a decade, I lived two lives. To my family, I was the obedient son — quiet, responsible, always saying "In shaa Allah" to their plans. I studied what they asked, attended the family shop when needed, and never questioned their decisions.
By Kaleem Ullah6 months ago in Confessions
The One Mistake From My 20s That Still Haunts Me.
In my memory, my twenties are a collection of sun-drenched, overexposed photographs. They smell of cheap beer, instant noodles, and the intoxicating, reckless optimism that we were on the verge of something incredible. At the center of almost every one of those snapshots is Maya.
By Enes Öz6 months ago in Confessions
Don’t Forget to Check on the Strong Ones
They say I’m the strong one. The dependable one. The one you call when you need to cry, need a ride, need advice, need anything. I’ve worn that label like armor for as long as I can remember. “You’re so resilient,” they tell me. “You always seem to have it all together.” And I smile. Nod. Offer reassurance.
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Confessions
