Childhood
How I Learned to Be Gentle with My Mind
For most of my life, my mind was a battlefield. It wasn’t loud or chaotic in a way that anyone else could hear, but inside, the noise was constant. The judgments, the overthinking, the quiet self-criticism disguised as “motivation.” I didn’t know it back then, but I had built a home inside my head that was anything but kind.
By Irfan Ali7 months ago in Confessions
The Blue Door
It was a time when the world seemed much bigger, and yet everything I truly needed was contained within a single neighborhood block. I was ten years old, and my universe revolved around a cracked sidewalk, the buzz of cicadas, and the whispers of wind through sycamore trees.
By nawab sagar7 months ago in Confessions
Don’t Be Afraid
Because sometimes the monsters are real—but so is love. The fever started just after midnight. You were too hot, too pale. Your small body trembled under the blanket, though your forehead burned like fire. I heard you whimper in your sleep. A sound that shattered something soft inside me.
By Angela David7 months ago in Confessions
Why I Ghosted My Best Friend
I never imagined I’d be the kind of person to ghost someone—especially not someone I once called my best friend. Yet, somewhere between unread messages and avoided phone calls, that’s exactly what happened. I ghosted my best friend. It wasn’t a decision made in anger or spite. It wasn’t even really a decision at all—it was more like a slow fade, a retreat into silence that I didn’t know how to reverse. And as much as I regret the way things ended, the experience taught me more about myself, my boundaries, and the complicated dynamics of adult friendships than I ever expected.
By Muhammad Asim7 months ago in Confessions
The Name That Wasn’t Mine – But Followed Me for Years
🔹 The Beginning of It All These days, it feels like a trend—students who are quiet or not very mischievous are often the ones picked on. They become easy targets. Today, I’m sharing a personal story—one that brought me pain, isolation, and left behind a scar I still carry.
By Zain ul abidin 7 months ago in Confessions
The Things I Never Said Out Loud — Until Now
I don’t remember the first time I stayed quiet when I wanted to speak. Maybe it was at five years old when I heard my parents fight through the wall, and I sat in bed with my hands over my ears, wondering if it was my fault.
By nawab sagar7 months ago in Confessions
Voices from Gaza: Life in a War Zone
Voices from Gaza: Life in a War Zone The sound of drones overhead has become as familiar as the call to prayer in Gaza. For many who live there, especially children, war is not an occasional event — it is a background noise, an uninvited guest in every home, every conversation, every dream. Behind every statistic, every news headline, there is a human being. A child who didn’t sleep. A mother who buried her son. A student who writes poetry by candlelight because the electricity is out again. These are the voices from Gaza — voices that demand to be heard not as numbers, but as people.
By Nazim Ali7 months ago in Confessions
I Found His Toy Under the Couch. I Sat There for Hours.
I Found His Toy Under the Couch. I Sat There for Hours. It was supposed to be a normal Sunday afternoon. The kind where laundry hums in the background, the scent of coffee lingers in the air, and the house feels almost too quiet—comfortably so. But then I knelt to fetch the remote I’d dropped, and my hand touched something small and familiar beneath the couch.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
I Pretended to Be Someone Else Online
It started with curiosity. A harmless experiment, I told myself. Just a few clicks, a new username, a borrowed photo, and suddenly, I wasn’t me anymore. I was someone more confident, more magnetic—someone people paid attention to. I didn’t plan for it to last. But weeks turned into months, and I found myself slipping deeper into this digital disguise. What began as an experiment slowly became an escape—and later, a trap of my own design.
By Muhammad Asim7 months ago in Confessions
