Embarrassment
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
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
Some Days I Pretend He’s Just at a Friend’s House
It’s been 431 days since I last saw my son. But some days, I pretend he’s just at a friend’s house. I imagine his laughter echoing in someone else’s living room, his sneakers kicked off by the door, his phone left charging on the kitchen counter. I tell myself he’s staying up late playing video games, eating pizza rolls straight from the oven, yelling strategies over a headset. I picture him rolling his eyes when I call to check in. “Mom, I’m fine,” he would say, dragging out the word with teenage disdain, “I’m just at Jason’s.”
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Confessions
When Autumn Brought You Back
Chapter 1: The First Goodbye The last time Emily saw Noah, the park was on fire with autumn colors. Leaves drifted down like golden rain, covering the paths they had walked together since they were fifteen. They were eighteen now, standing under the same oak tree where they’d first kissed. But this time, they were saying goodbye.
By Waqar Khan7 months ago in Confessions
All My Exes Hate Me Part 4: The One Who Almost Showed Up
By Gail F. Published June 2025 · 4 min read I used to think closure meant having a final conversation. Something tidy. One last exchange where we both say what we need to say and walk away better, wiser, cleaner.
By fazilat bibi7 months ago in Confessions
The Broken Promise: How a Youth Leader Sold Out His Generation
I remember the first day I saw Tunde speak. We were gathered in the dusty courtyard of the community hall, restless and worn out from years of silence. We had all suffered — no jobs, no hope, no voice. Our leaders treated us like numbers. But when Tunde stood on that makeshift stage with nothing but a microphone and fire in his eyes, something shifted. Something awakened.
By Oguntade Hafeez Olalekan7 months ago in Confessions
All My Crushes Ignored Me — Until the One Who Came Back
1. The DM That Shook My Stability I’m 29 now. Life’s solid — decent job in Dubai, my own apartment, a gym routine I pretend to enjoy, and a golden retriever named Chai who thinks every human exists to throw his ball.
By Arshad khan7 months ago in Confessions
All My Crushes Ignored Me — Until the One Who Came Back
1. The DM That Shook My Stability I’m 29 now. Life’s solid — decent job in Dubai, my own apartment, a gym routine I pretend to enjoy, and a golden retriever named Chai who thinks every human exists to throw his ball.
By Arshad khan7 months ago in Confessions
