Friendship
USA warning to India after Venezuela
When Strong Words Shake Alliances: Trump, India, and the Power of Political Warnings In global politics, not every warning comes with missiles or soldiers. Sometimes, it comes through speeches, interviews, and policy decisions. During Donald Trump’s presidency, strong language became a regular tool of diplomacy. Allies and rivals alike often found themselves reacting not to actions, but to words. India, a long-time strategic partner of the United States, was not completely immune to this approach.
By Wings of Time 5 days ago in Confessions
Seven Days of Madness. Content Warning.
Before you read through my recollection of transpired events, I should make a few things clear: I am writing this blurb almost a decade after I graduated college but the day-by-day parts were all written a week or so after they transpired. I left out a few key details to perserve anonymity (my friends' real names, places, locations, etc.)
By ARG5 days ago in Confessions
The Forty Rules of Love
The Forty Rules of Love is a famous novel written by Elif Shafak. This book is loved by readers all around the world because it talks about love in a deep but simple way. It is not only a romantic story. It is also a spiritual journey, a story about self-discovery, faith, and transformation. Many people feel emotionally connected to this book because its message is gentle, honest, and meaningful.
By Nawaz Hassan7 days ago in Confessions
Relationship
A relationship is a connection between two people that is built on love, trust, and understanding. It is not only about happy moments but also about standing together during difficult times. A strong relationship helps people grow emotionally and feel supported in life.
By shaoor afridi8 days ago in Confessions
USA, Israel, and Iran-What’s Really Happening
Tensions in the Middle East: USA, Israel, and Iran — What’s Really Happening In the past few days, international attention has focused on a high-profile meeting between Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu and former U.S. President Donald Trump at Trump’s private estate in Florida. The talks were not about routine diplomacy — they centered on growing concerns over Iran’s ballistic missile and nuclear programs and how the United States and Israel might respond.
By Wings of Time 12 days ago in Confessions
The Weight of Glass
It started, as these things always do, with a glint. Just a flicker on the sonar, a signature that didn't make sense, too geometric for a natural formation, too sharp for a wreck. Two hundred fathoms down, off a forgotten trench in the Pacific Rim. My old man, God rest his soul, he always said the ocean gives you nothing for free. He was right. It gives you things, alright, but you pay for them, a slow, agonizing interest on your soul.
By HAADI12 days ago in Confessions
Who a person is to begin with
I recently entered into an argument with a long time friend, we argued about politics and on our point of view when it came to global politics happening right now in the world, I’ll spare you the details, the main point was I disagreed with how it was being done meanwhile he agreed.
By real Jema14 days ago in Confessions
Thank You Too 2025
THANK YOU 2025 (VOCAL) Reflection of the past five years as we head into 2026 just a few thank yous. 1) Thank you too, my mum and dad for always no matter what being proud of me and letting me reach for the sky's with my wild last minute idea a.k.a traveling to New York on my own and trusting me and knowing that i will be ok, and for also being the best parents a girl could ask for
By H J Myers14 days ago in Confessions
The Quiet Power of Presence: Trust, Desire, and the Weight of Being
I can still feel the chill of that evening, the way it made my skin keenly aware of itself. I leaned against the balcony railing of a small apartment, watching the streetlights flicker below, glowing softly through the dimming dusk. He was there, a few steps away, his gaze on the streets as if he could read the rhythm of life beneath him. There was nothing performative in his posture, no dramatic gesture to draw attention. Yet the way he existed in that space—calm, grounded, and unassuming—pulled me in. I became painfully aware of how his presence shaped the air around him, shaping me in subtle, unnameable ways.
By SATPOWER14 days ago in Confessions
The Shard Keeper
It's just glass, really. But I call them flowers. Crystal flowers. Thousands of them, tucked away in this shed out back, where no one ever looks, where no one ever *will* look. They shimmer, you know, when the weak afternoon sun hits that crack in the corrugated steel, throwing slivers of light across them. They sparkle, each one cut, ground, polished, a sharp, perfect bloom. And each one, a goddamn lie.
By HAADI15 days ago in Confessions
