Embarrassment
The Letter I Never Sent
I found it tucked between the yellowed pages of an old notebook—the letter I had written but never sent. Its paper had grown brittle with time, the ink slightly smudged from the tears I once shed over it. My handwriting was younger then, rounder and less steady.
By noor ul amin4 months ago in Confessions
The Weight of a Confession
I used to believe that silence was safer than honesty. That if I kept my truths buried, life would continue in its smooth, predictable rhythm. But what I didn’t know was that silence can be louder than words—it echoes inside you, rattling until you can’t breathe.
By noor ul amin4 months ago in Confessions
World War 3: Life in the Aftermath
World War 3: Life in the Aftermath The idea of a third world war is often spoken of in terms of nuclear strikes, battlefield strategies, and clashing superpowers. Yet the most haunting question is not how such a conflict might begin, but how people would live once the first waves of destruction had passed. What happens to the survivors when the smoke clears? The true story of World War 3 would not end with armies, but with ordinary people struggling to rebuild a broken world.
By Wings of Time 4 months ago in Confessions
The Day My Phone Died — And I Actually Lived
I didn’t realize how much my phone was a lifeline until it gave up on me. It was a random Tuesday morning. I rolled out of bed, half awake, reached for my phone, and pressed the power button. Nothing. I plugged it in, tapped the screen, shook it a little like a stubborn remote. Still nothing. My phone was dead.
By arsalan ahmad4 months ago in Confessions
When the Algorithm Knows You Better Than You Do
I didn’t plan to spend the night with an algorithm. Honestly, I just wanted background noise while I tried to convince myself to finish a job application I’d been putting off. But when I opened my music app, it showed me a new feature: “Hyper-Personalized Playlist: Just for You, Tonight.”
By arsalan ahmad4 months ago in Confessions
The Embarrassment Stuck to My Shoe
There are moments in life that stick with you not because they were beautiful or inspiring, but because they were so embarrassing that your brain refuses to let them go. For me, one of those unforgettable memories goes all the way back to primary school, when I unintentionally became the source of an entire classroom’s confusion, disgust, and laughter.
By Ian Munene4 months ago in Confessions
Vladimir Putin’s Global Power Play: From Forum Speeches to Strategic Summits
Introduction Vladimir Putin continues to dominate the international stage in 2025, balancing military strategy, peace negotiations, and economic initiatives—even amid growing geopolitical tension and global scrutiny.
By KAMRAN AHMAD5 months ago in Confessions
The Holding Place
Very few people understand the true forces that are at play in the universe. Very few people understand that the foundation of everything ever breathed into life is energy. But even fewer understand how the power of frequency and how it works in the matrix and the force it has in our lives. For example, we often attract people in our lives that meet our frequency and then have the gull to ask why they don't have better people in our lives.
By Julia Stellings5 months ago in Confessions
Sanctuary of Light
The old mosque stood quietly at the edge of the bustling city, its green dome glowing softly against the glass towers that reached toward the sky. Inside, the faint recitation of the Qur’an floated through the hall like a lullaby, mingling with the warm fragrance of sandalwood.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Confessions
The Shoes I Couldn’t Throw Away
They sat in the corner of my closet, tucked behind a row of boots and dress shoes I never wore. Old sneakers, frayed at the edges, laces gray instead of white, and soles so thin they could barely hold together. Every time I tried to throw them out, I froze. My hand would linger on the torn fabric, my chest tightening as if I was about to give away more than just a pair of shoes.
By arsalan ahmad5 months ago in Confessions
