Family
Motherhood
I lie on the couch and try to get some rest while my newborn is finally asleep, while my toddler plays on the floor beside me. My ears are filled with sirens, not real, but from a toy. Man, I miss silence. What I would give for a nap without the white noise of toys being thrown in the background and the wet blanket of breast milk I now have on tap. I lay still, almost in a peaceful state of mind. WHACK!! You have got to be kidding me! I jump up as my toddler has just walked up and assaulted my temple with an ambulance. “We don’t hit people with trucks,” I say. That's a phrase I never thought I’d say in my life. This is my reality now. Once a bright, organized young adult, now a mobile milk dispenser with toddler counseling abilities. This is motherhood, folks, and I’m here to tell you the good, bad, heartfelt, and ugly parts that come with it.
By Isidora Patrick2 months ago in Confessions
The Last Letter of a Silent Night
The night had grown still. The room was dim, lit only by a weak bulb hanging in the corner. I sat on the bed with my phone in my hand, scrolling without purpose. My mind was heavy, and sleep felt far away. Suddenly, the screen lit up with a new message.
By Salman Writes2 months ago in Confessions
When the Mirror Finally Spoke Back
here’s a strange kind of silence that settles when you hit your forties. A silence no one warns you about. Not the loud, jarring kind—more like the soft hum of a life that suddenly asks if you’re paying attention. For me, the quiet came at 42, not on a birthday or any dramatic anniversary, but on an ordinary Tuesday morning while brushing my teeth.
By nawab sagar2 months ago in Confessions
Secret Letter
What Jake Became I gave his moment to the ether in my mind. Between 2007 and 2009, while others buried Jake and marked the date he died, I let him dissolve into something larger. I didn't trap him in grief or fix him to a gravestone. Instead, I released him into the atmosphere of my consciousness - not as an ending, but as a beginning. In doing that, something unexpected happened: we became one. Not in a way that erased him or made him less real, but in a way that let him breathe through me, move through me, become woven into how I understood the world.
By Parsley Rose 2 months ago in Confessions
What Happened When I Finally Stood Up for Myself
What Happened When I Finally Stood Up for Myself BY: Ubaid For most of my life, I convinced myself that being quiet was the safest option. I told myself that peace was more important than pride, that swallowing my words made me “easy to deal with,” and that avoiding conflict meant avoiding pain. But the truth is, silence can become its own kind of prison. It starts small—letting someone talk over you, laughing off insults, agreeing when every part of you wants to say no. And then one day you wake up realizing that the version of you inside your head is nothing like the version the world sees.
By Ubaid 2 months ago in Confessions
Becoming the Woman They Couldn’t Break
There comes a point in a woman’s life when she stops hoping things will get easier… and decides she will get stronger. I’m standing in that moment now—fierce, focused, and done letting anything hold me back from what I was meant to become.
By Karen Sanderson2 months ago in Confessions
A Choice I Never Thought I’d Have to Make
A Choice I Never Thought I’d Have to Make BY: Khan I always believed life moved in a straight line. You study, you work, you earn, you build something that feels like stability. That’s what I thought adulthood was. But life has a strange way of revealing its real syllabus only when you least expect it. My real lesson came the day I had to make a choice I never imagined would be placed in my hands.
By Ubaid 2 months ago in Confessions
The surprising trend of converting to Islam around the world: Why people are choosing Islam.
The Turning of Hearts When the sun dipped behind the city skyline, the hum of evening traffic softened, and the mosque courtyard glowed beneath amber lights. Maya stood at the gate, fingers tightened around the strap of her backpack. She wasn’t sure why she’d come back—only that something in her life had been shifting, like pieces rearranging quietly in the background.
By waseem khan2 months ago in Confessions
The Civilians Who Wouldn’t Leave
A Human Story in the Middle of War The world had changed in a single night. What was once a quiet border village—full of wheat fields, tea stalls, evening laughter, and the rhythm of normal life—was now trapped between two armies exchanging fire. The war had arrived without permission, and the first sound that greeted the sunrise was not the azaan, but a distant boom that shook the earth beneath their feet.
By Wings of Time 2 months ago in Confessions
