Friendship
Whispers in the Rain
The rain fell gently on the cobbled path, each drop like a whisper from the sky. Emily pulled her woolen red cap tighter as she looked up, her eyes shimmering with curiosity. Beside her, Thomas reached out his hand, letting the raindrops collect on his palm. They weren’t bothered by the cold or the wet. To them, the rain was magic — a curtain that separated the real world from their secret one.
By The Pen of Farooq 7 months ago in Confessions
The Hands That Braided My Hair
When I was a child, Daadee’s hands were magic. They could soothe any fever, find anything I lost, and braid my hair so perfectly that not a strand dared fall out of place. She wasn’t loud, like Dada. She didn’t tell jokes or command attention at family dinners. But her presence filled the room in quieter, stronger ways.
By Muhammad Usama7 months ago in Confessions
The Day I Forgot How to Smile
🌥️ “It wasn’t a breakdown. It was more like a quiet fading.” I don’t remember the exact day I forgot how to smile. There wasn’t a thunderclap or a sobbing breakdown on the bathroom floor. Just one morning, brushing my teeth, I caught my reflection and thought: You look... empty.
By Asif Shah Zahid7 months ago in Confessions
To the Soul I Loved But Couldn’t Touch"
I wonder if you ever noticed the way I looked at you—how my silence screamed every time you smiled at someone else. I never told you, and maybe that was my biggest mistake. But every word I left unspoken has stayed lodged in my throat for years, waiting for a day that never came. This is not a love story. This is a confession—quiet, painful, and long overdue.
By Silent Confessions7 months ago in Confessions
She Took My Heart... And My Passport
It all started on a golden beach in Thailand. The sun was setting behind the ocean, casting soft orange light across the sand. I had just arrived on the island of Koh Rong... or was it Koh Mak? Doesn’t matter. All I know is, it felt like paradise. I wasn’t looking for love. I was looking for peace, noodles, and maybe a cheap massage.
By Nicky Bes7 months ago in Confessions
When I Said Allahu Akbar, Everything Changed
I used to be someone who lived only for the world. The sound of the azan never moved me. The name of Allah never slowed me down. I thought prayer was something for old men, for the weak-hearted, for people who had nothing better to do.
By waseem khan7 months ago in Confessions
The Day He Never Came Home
It was a Tuesday morning in early March. Cold, grey, uneventful. My father, like every day, left home at 6:30 AM sharp. He worked as a delivery truck driver for a logistics company. Always on time. Always dependable. He had the same routine every morning — kiss mom on the forehead, grab his thermos, pat me on the back, and walk out the door with his signature “Let’s get this over with.”
By Muhammad Usama7 months ago in Confessions
