Friendship
Toxic Friendships: The Truth Behind a Bond That Drained Me
1. When It Felt Like Love in Disguise I met her during my second year of college. She was vibrant, magnetic, the kind of person who could turn a quiet room into a party just by walking in. I was the quieter one, the observer, always watching from the edges. But she pulled me into her world like I belonged there. And honestly, I loved it.
By majid ali7 months ago in Confessions
The River Took Her Silence
Shazia sat on the wooden bench outside her small brick house, staring blankly into the golden horizon. Her neighbors whispered, birds flew overhead, and the village life went on—but her world had ended the day her daughter disappeared.
By Atif jamal 7 months ago in Confessions
They Turned My Soft Heart Into Stone
We often think heartbreak comes with loud cries, broken promises, or dramatic goodbyes. But the truth is, some heartbreaks are quiet. They don’t come with shouting or tears. They come with slow, small changes that turn a warm heart into a cold one.
By Muhammad Adil7 months ago in Confessions
My Double Life as a Perfect Student and a Chronic Procrastinator
By all outward appearances, I was the perfect student. My grades sparkled, my teachers smiled approvingly, and my classmates often turned to me for help. I carried color-coded binders, aced presentations, and handed in assignments on time. To the outside world, I looked like the kind of student who had everything figured out. But no one saw the chaos behind the curtain. Beneath the surface, I was locked in a constant battle with procrastination—delaying tasks until the last possible moment, then scrambling frantically in a storm of caffeine, panic, and late-night regrets. I lived a double life: one as the model student, the other as a master of procrastination.
By Muhammad Asim7 months ago in Confessions
How Social Media Is Quietly Changing Who We Are
It was all fun when we first joined Facebook, Instagram, or Twitter. We felt a little more connected to the world because we were able to communicate with friends who lived far away, share photos, and write about our feelings. However, gradually, something began to alter. We used more than just social media — We began to change as a result. It started to shape how we see ourselves, how we talk, and how we feel slowly and quietly. It began to quietly rewrite our identity.
By kaykobad7 months ago in Confessions
Who Are You When No One’s Watching?
We spend much of our lives being seen. Not just literally, but performatively. We curate. We adjust. We smile when we’re supposed to. We speak in ways that feel acceptable. We become versions of ourselves that fit the room we’re in.
By Irfan Ali7 months ago in Confessions
I Am Lost in You
Chapter One: A Glance That Changed Everything It was a rainy April afternoon in London, the kind that painted the city in silver and blue. The sky hung low with clouds, and the air carried the soft scent of spring blossoms and wet pavement. Emma tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she hurried across Westminster Bridge, the edges of her beige coat fluttering in the breeze.
By Muhammad Wisal7 months ago in Confessions
When You Outgrow Your Coping Mechanisms
At some point in your healing, you look around and realize you’re not in survival mode anymore. The alarms have stopped ringing. The ground beneath you is steadier. The chaos has quieted—but you’re still flinching. You’re still over-explaining. You’re still waiting for the other shoe to drop.
By Irfan Ali7 months ago in Confessions
How I Learned to Be Gentle with My Mind
For most of my life, my mind was a battlefield. It wasn’t loud or chaotic in a way that anyone else could hear, but inside, the noise was constant. The judgments, the overthinking, the quiet self-criticism disguised as “motivation.” I didn’t know it back then, but I had built a home inside my head that was anything but kind.
By Irfan Ali7 months ago in Confessions
We Stopped Talking, but I Never Stopped Loving You
I still remember the last message you sent me. It wasn’t anything dramatic or loud. Just a few words — short, cold, and final. I stared at the screen for a long time, reading them again and again, trying to find a hidden meaning. Something softer. Something that meant “goodbye for now,” not “forever.”
By Nouman wali7 months ago in Confessions
