Friendship
Extreme Heat Sweeps Across the U.S.: Millions Under Threat”
A powerful heat wave is sweeping across much of the United States, especially in the Midwest, the Southeast, and up along the East Coast. This heat wave is being driven by a heat dome, a weather pattern that traps hot air in one place for many days. With temperatures often soaring over 100 °F (38 °C) and humidity adding to the heat, this situation is putting millions of people at serious risk.
By Junaid Shahid 6 months ago in Confessions
Why My BF Loves Curly Hair
There’s something magical about curly hair. It bounces with energy, holds stories in each coil, and radiates a kind of freedom that's impossible to ignore. My boyfriend says he fell in love with my curls before he even fell in love with me. And honestly, I believe him.
By Lana Rosee6 months ago in Confessions
Secret Shame Phenomenon
Secret Shame Phenomenon We all carry something we don't talk about. A memory, a habit, a fear—buried deep under curated smiles and filtered selfies. We tell ourselves it’s “just a phase” or “not that serious.” But the truth? That secret, whatever it is, starts shaping you the moment you try to bury it.
By Hamad Haider6 months ago in Confessions
Appearance VS Reality
To the world, Ava looked perfect. Flawless skin. Shining hair. The kind of face that made people stop in the street. Her laugh? Airy and contagious, the kind you’d hear in romantic movie trailers. Her Instagram? Curated like a lifestyle magazine—sunsets, beach waves, oat milk lattes, and friends in flower fields.
By Hamad Haider6 months ago in Confessions
Carried by Grace: How God Held Me Together
Life doesn't always go the way we imagine. I've walked through seasons of grief, heartbreak and loss that made me wonder if I'd ever find my way back. But in every single moment, one thing has remained the same God's grace.
By MelCreates6 months ago in Confessions
He Swore We Were Brothers… Until He Stole Everything From Me. AI-Generated.
I met Dre when I was 12. The type of kid who walked into a room and everybody looked. He had that confidence — smooth with his words, never second-guessed anything. Me? I was quiet, always in the background, but Dre never made me feel like I didn’t belong.
By Mic Henry6 months ago in Confessions
Impacting Others, Happy or Brilliant, and Huggers
Impacting Others, Happy or Brilliant, and Huggers Amir was never the kind of guy people noticed twice. He walked with his head low, avoided loud conversations, and preferred to spend his evenings reading old books at the corner tea shop near Saddar. His world was small, quiet — and safe.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Confessions
He Was My Brother — Until He Chose to Be a Stranger
We were never just siblings. We were a team. At least, that’s what I told myself growing up. My older brother, Malik, had always been my protector. When our parents divorced, it was his voice that told me everything would be okay. When I cried myself to sleep, it was his hand on my back. When I didn’t fit in at school, it was him who walked me home, daring anyone to mess with me.
By Azmat Roman ✨6 months ago in Confessions
I Cut My Finger With a ‘Chainsaw’
"I Cut My Finger With a Chainsaw" I should’ve known better. But knowing better never stopped me from doing dumb things. It started as a lazy Saturday. My dad had left his old chainsaw in the garage, and I’d always wanted to feel the power of it in my own hands. I wasn’t planning to do anything reckless. Just a few small logs. Just to see what it felt like. Just to test myself.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Confessions
We Don’t Talk Anymore, But I Still Know Her Birthday by Heart
It’s strange how the mind holds on to things even when the heart is trying to let go. I haven’t spoken to her in over two years. No texts. No calls. Not even a passive-aggressive like on a social media post. She’s just… gone. A ghost in my story. But every July 14th, without fail, my brain sends a silent reminder: It’s her birthday today.
By Azmat Roman ✨6 months ago in Confessions
I Carried Everyone Until I Couldn’t Anymore
They came to me when they fell apart. Friends, family, coworkers—even strangers who barely knew me beyond surface-level pleasantries. Somehow, I’d become a magnet for other people’s pain, the go-to person when things got messy. I never asked for the role, but I never rejected it either. Saying “yes” to others felt like proof that I mattered. It gave me purpose. And besides, strong people didn’t need help, right?
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Confessions
