Family
I Thought I Knew His Story—Until the Truth Came Out
I never planned to adopt. It just… happened. It started with a visit to the children’s home. I was volunteering, helping with medical check-ups during my residency. That’s when I met Liam. He was seven, quiet, and far too observant for his age. While other kids ran around, Liam sat still, watching the world with eyes that had seen too much.
By Jawad Ali6 months ago in Confessions
Sometimes I Cry in the Shower — and That’s Okay
I don't talk about it much, but sometimes, I cry in the shower. Not the dramatic movie-type crying, where the water and tears blend perfectly in some poetic moment. No. Mine is the quiet kind. A soft sob that no one hears. A moment of release when I can’t hold it in anymore — especially since I got pregnant.
By San ND6 months ago in Confessions
My Grandfather’s Last Words Unlocked a Secret That Changed My Life Forever
I didn’t expect him to speak. My grandfather had been slipping in and out of consciousness for days, held up by the thinnest threads of life. He looked smaller than I remembered—like time had folded him into paper. The beeping of the monitors was steady, dull. My mother sat on the other side of the bed, her eyes red, lips trembling silent prayers.
By Jawad Ali6 months ago in Confessions
Loving You in Secret
They met in the quiet corner of a crowded café, where the world outside seemed to rush past like a distant storm. Amid the chatter and clinking of coffee cups, there was a stillness only they could feel — a connection woven in silence before a single word was spoken.
By Muhammad Tayyab6 months ago in Confessions
They Left the Basement Door Open
They Left the Basement Door Open It was an unspoken rule on Calderon Street: Don’t ask about the basements. Every house had one—solid concrete stairs leading into a dark below—but they were always sealed. Some with heavy padlocks, others welded shut, and one even bricked over entirely. Kids made up stories, of course. Nuclear shelters. Secret labs. A collective effort to hide something awful.
By Huzaifa Dzine6 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Died. Content Warning.
I had a long life ahead of me. I had 2 kids and a loving wife. I perfect, sincere job. I was on a run to become the headsman in my institution. Everything looks clean and clear. But there's something we always forget. The ending.
By Kelly Munala Brookes6 months ago in Confessions
The Sky Was Never Found
Eva Langley was a woman who trusted her instincts more than anyone she knew. Sometimes that meant small things-turning left instead of right on a familiar street, choosing tea over coffee. Other times, it meant decisions that shaped entire lifetimes.
By Jawad Ali6 months ago in Confessions
She Called It Healing, I Called It Survival
By [Hazrat ali] — A story about two people walking different paths under the same roof of pain. She sat on the floor most nights, cross-legged in the corner of the living room, eyes closed, soft music playing low like a heartbeat under the silence. A candle burned beside her—lavender or sage, sometimes sandalwood. She said the scent calmed her. She said she was healing.
By hazrat ali6 months ago in Confessions
Tea With a Stranger
Every morning at 9:00 sharp, she arrived. The small corner café on Linden Street knew her well. The baristas didn’t ask for her order anymore. A cup of Earl Grey with one sugar — always the same. She sat at the same table by the window, placed her worn brown purse on the right-hand chair, and stared outside like she was waiting for someone who might never come.
By The Pen of Farooq 6 months ago in Confessions
