Family
When Hearts First Whisper.
It all happens that day right . The day when I have a first glimpse of your smile. If you are wondering what this lines mean then hey ! Ready for a rollercoaster ride of my life fasten your belt . Hahaha I know I know I talk a lot . My Introduction . I am your very favorite Rose I guess so .
By Roosie Rose6 months ago in Confessions
The Lie I Told at My Mother's Funeral
The scent of lilies was suffocating. It clung to the heavy air of the chapel, mingling with the damp wool of black coats and the faint, metallic tang of grief. I stood at the podium, the polished wood cool beneath my sweating palms, staring out at a sea of faces blurred by my unshed tears. My father sat in the front row, his shoulders slumped, a picture of devastated widowhood. My sister, Sarah, clung to his arm, her face a mask of raw pain. And then there was him. Robert. Standing discreetly near the back, his expression carefully neutral, but his presence screamed betrayal louder than any words.
By Ziafat Ullah6 months ago in Confessions
Hazrat Abu Bakr (RA) – Islam Ke Pehlay Khalifa Aur Nabi ﷺ Kay Behtareen Saathi
Hazrat Abu Bakr (RA) – Islam Ke Pehlay Khalifa Aur Nabi ﷺ Kay Behtareen Saathi Islam ki tareekh mein kuch aise naam hain jo hamesha roshan rahenge — unhi mein se ek hai Hazrat Abu Bakr Siddiq (RA). Aap na sirf Nabi Muhammad ﷺ ke sabse qareebi dost thay, balkeh Islam ke pehlay khalifa bhi banaaye gaye. Unka imaan, wafadari, aur qurbani ka jazba har daur ke Musalmaan ke liye misaal hai.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Confessions
My Grandmother’s Diary Told Me a Secret No One Was Supposed to Know
When my grandmother died, she left behind a wooden box that smelled like rosewater and forgotten years. It sat on the top shelf of her closet, beside a jar of old buttons and a photo of her late husband in uniform. No one had touched it in decades.
By Muhammad Riaz6 months ago in Confessions
The Mirror in the Attic
In the fog-drenched town of Elmsworth, nestled between tall trees and silent streets, lived an old woman named Agatha Moore. Her cottage stood on the edge of the woods, worn by time and wrapped in mystery. Children whispered about her being a witch; adults believed she had lost her mind years ago. But no one ever knocked on her door.
By farhan6 months ago in Confessions
From Burnout to Balance: My Journey to Reclaiming My Energy
I didn’t realize I was burned out until I couldn’t get out of bed one morning—not because I was physically ill, but because I was mentally and emotionally exhausted. It crept up slowly, disguised as ambition and masked by productivity. For years, I wore my busyness like a badge of honor. But behind the scenes, I was crumbling. This is the story of how I went from burnout to balance—and the hard lessons I learned along the way.
By Aiman Shahid6 months ago in Confessions
The Tea Stall Spy
The Tea Stall Spy: Secrets in a Cup In the narrow lanes of Old Delhi, hidden between spice vendors and book hawkers, stood a modest tea stall run by an old man named Abdul Chacha. To most people, he was just a kind-hearted vendor with a perfect hand for masala chai. But few knew that the steaming cups he served carried more than just cardamom and ginger—they held whispers, secrets, and sometimes, silent warnings.
By farhan6 months ago in Confessions
So, Who are We Now?
Do you know that the trope of baseball players or other traveling workers in movies and TV shows has a bunch of different families all across the country? Well, that’s a real thing, and baseball players aren’t the only folks who do this; other “regular people” do it, and not just men. Women are family hoarders, too. Some, like my maternal great-grandmother, are cuckoos if you will. Leaving their fledglings in other nests to be cared for by the father's family, usually the father's family.
By K.B. Silver 6 months ago in Confessions
''The Last Gift''
It was the morning of Eid, and the sun rose gently over the small town of Al Noor. The call to prayer echoed softly in the distance, mingling with the rustle of new clothes being laid out, the scent of cardamom-laced tea, and the warmth of freshly baked bread. In every home, laughter and light filled the air—every home except one.
By farooq shah6 months ago in Confessions
