Family
The Day That Took Away All My Colors
Date: 14 April 2017 (Pahela Baishakh) Isnât that a beautiful date? It truly was â once upon a time. Before 2017, that date meant joy, colors, laughter, and pure memories. We used to play with colors, even though we werenât allowed to. I studied in a madrasa, along with my friends and cousins. Color play was forbidden there. If the Huzur ever saw color on us, weâd surely get punished. But who cared? Our childhood hearts were wild and fearless.
By TA TAZIM 10 months ago in Confessions
Me and my village
The mishap of my life began when I went to the city to study in class 4. I was born in a small village near the border of the country. My family was scattered all over the country due to poverty. My father is a farmer. The expenses of our family members come from the farmland.The expenses of family members depend on that one person. We are siblings. My father struggles to provide for our education and fulfill the family responsibilities. Then he worked hard to develop us as human beings. When I finished class 3, my uncles took me to the city for better education.
By Md Mujahidul Islam10 months ago in Confessions
The Scam That Taught Me More Than a Classroom Ever Did
I was in 12th grade when I first decided to order something online. Back then, online shopping wasnât common in my family. In fact, it was strongly discouraged. My parents believed it was risky, and every time I mentioned it, theyâd look concerned. They thought everything online was a scam waiting to happen.
By Takbir Hasan10 months ago in Confessions
Tethered to the Other Side
--- I was standing at the end of the hallway, just outside the bedroom where she died, holding the locket she gave me, as tightly as I could, hoping it might tether her soul long enough for one last goodbye. She wouldâve turned twenty-one next month; I had just turned twenty-two. I stood there, paralyzed, as the candlelight flickered unnaturally in the corner of the room. I didnât know how to explain the cold that rolled through the hallway or the way the air thickened like fog. Forty-eight hours ago, we had danced in the field behind my house beneath a moon so full it lit her eyes like stars. Now, those eyes stared from photographs, still warm with memory. The priest had just finished the rites, but the house hadnât let her go. Not completely. It had only been ten days since she whispered to me that the shadows were watching. Ten days from butterflies in her stomach to frost in her veins. When the clock in the hall stopped ticking, it marked not just the end of her lifeâbut the beginning of something neither of us could name. This was the breach, the splinter between worlds, when love refused to leave even as death came knocking.
By Kashi's Mindspace10 months ago in Confessions
Word of the day: ć
I have been thinking of my first boyfriend lately. I mean I still have him on Instagram so I sometimes see his updates though he lives a pretty active life and doesn't post often so it isn't like always in my face. Probably like once every 2 months or something like that.
By Kayla McIntosh10 months ago in Confessions
I tried to be heartless, and here is what happened. Top Story - April 2025.
You know when the shit hits the celing and life is an absolute mess everywhere, yeah that is what I am talking about. My existence has had 22 years on this gorgeous - gorgeous mortal realm and in the recency of my being, my life has sucked a lot. I have had my share of darkness since forever, but of late, my desperation for light has been at its zenith. I have wanted my life to look like the glorious lives of Rory gilmore, an academic scholar, while being the perfect 4.0, a beautiful boyfriend( maybe not necessary), a great deal of money, a stellar institute I go to, a high qualified job in writing or journalism, and parents being super proud of me.
By Hridya Sharma10 months ago in Confessions
Breaking the Cycle
Breaking the Cycle: How to Heal and End Generational Curses Generational curses aren't just the stuff of superstition. In today's world, theyâre real, tangible patternsâcycles of pain, trauma, and dysfunction passed down from one generation to the next. These âcursesâ often show up as emotional neglect, addiction, abuse, poor communication, financial instability, or toxic belief systems. And while we may not be responsible for the trauma that shaped our families, we *are* responsible for what we do with it.
By Gabriela Tone10 months ago in Confessions
Generational Curses
The Hidden Cost: What Happens to Children When Parents Donât Break Generational Curses In every family, there are patternsâunspoken rules, emotional wounds, survival tactics, and inherited beliefs that get passed down like heirlooms. These are often what people today refer to as *generational curses*. Unlike mystical superstitions, these "curses" are deeply psychological, emotional, and behavioral patterns rooted in trauma, unhealed wounds, or outdated worldviews. And when parents choose not to confront or heal them, the impact on their children can be profound, lasting well into adulthoodâand sometimes, an entire lifetime.
By Gabriela Tone10 months ago in Confessions
Word of the day: ăăăă
I was pacing my room, reminding me of my time in jail. that realization made me think, " am I in jail right now? " and made me worry. I quickly grabbed my old schedule book from last year and flipped to what happened this time this year. I saw it on the day, the 10th is my dad's birthday. It then sort of washed over me to be a little bit kinder to myself right now since this isn't an easy time of year for me.
By Kayla McIntosh10 months ago in Confessions
Nefilims
Nephilim: The Mysterious Giants of the Ancient World Few figures in ancient religious texts have sparked as much mystery, fascination, and controversy as the **Nephilim**. Shrouded in ambiguity and mentioned only briefly in the Bible, these enigmatic beings have become the subject of centuries of speculation among theologians, historians, and even conspiracy theorists.
By Gabriela Tone10 months ago in Confessions
