Humanity
The Awaited Mahdi is calling for global peace among the human populations... AI-Generated.
The Mahdi: A King for Humanity and a Beacon of Hope Throughout human history, great leaders have emerged to guide their people during times of turmoil and despair. Among these figures, the concept of the Mahdi stands out as a unique and unifying symbol of justice, compassion, and divine guidance. The Mahdi, a prophesied leader in Islamic traditions, is not merely a king or ruler but a savior who transcends boundaries, bringing hope and harmony to all of humanity. This essay explores why the Mahdi is seen as the best king for humanity, a figure whose leadership is rooted in selflessness, wisdom, and the desire to uplift all people.
By Freedom Gentlemanabout a year ago in Confessions
Sex, intimacy and black middle-class Christianity in South Africa - a difficult history.
How were views of intimacy shaped before colonialism? Before colonialism in the 1700s, black South Africans viewed sex and its relationship to morality very differently than it’s viewed today. Views of intimacy were largely shaped by the expectations of the extended family. When a young man married, his family transferred ilobolo (bridewealth) to a young woman’s family as an acknowledgement of the joining of families. Ilobolo cemented families together and introduced a bride not only into her husband’s extended family or lineage, but also to his family’s ancestors.
By Viona Amindaabout a year ago in Confessions
WAITING IN VAIN: A CONFESSION OF UNREQUITED LOVE
I always thought that waiting for you would be worth it. That somehow, in the end, you'd see me the way I’ve seen you for all these years. I’ve held on to this quiet hope, telling myself that you’d eventually realize we were meant to be, that all the time we’ve spent together had to mean something. But it didn’t. It was just me, foolishly clinging to a fantasy, while you were living your life, unaware of the weight your presence carried for me.
By PDZICOXabout a year ago in Confessions
I’m Battling Depression and Writing Through it all
I read Sylvia Plath’s The Bell Jar in high school, and that’s when the penny dropped for me. I realised that the dark feeling of dread when I experienced each morning was depression, a severe case of clinical depression.
By Edina Jackson-Yussif about a year ago in Confessions
Turning 29
Last week, I entered the last year of my twenties. When I look back, there are many times I wish I could give my younger self a hug (she really was doing her best.) Other times, I wish I could give my younger self a good shake (because at points... girl, what were you thinking?)
By sleepy draftsabout a year ago in Confessions
Learn from Your Mistakes: The Art of Growth and Wisdom
Learn from Your Mistakes: The Art of Growth and Wisdom Life is a never-ending journey of learning and experiences. Along this journey, mistakes are inevitable. Some may be small, easily forgotten; others may seem monumental, leaving a lasting imprint. Often, we find ourselves blaming, ridiculing, or undermining our worth due to these mistakes. However, mistakes are not signs of failure; they are stepping stones toward maturity, growth, and wisdom. They are the foundation upon which we build our understanding of life, steering us toward better paths and brighter futures.
By Dipak Pawarabout a year ago in Confessions
Who Am I?
Who Am I? "Who am I?" This profound question arises in everyone’s mind at least once in their lifetime. It is a question that prompts us to reflect on our existence, our purpose, and the significance of our lives. Who am I? What is my identity? What is the meaning of my life? These are not easy questions to answer. Understanding oneself is not a straightforward journey—it is an evolving process shaped by struggles, joys, sorrows, and failures.
By Dipak Pawarabout a year ago in Confessions
A Tapestry of Leadership: Reflections on the Lives and Legacies of Former US Presidents
An unexpected melody from a long-forgotten hit can transport us to moments we thought were tucked away forever. With it comes a flood of memories—of places, people, and who we were at the time. This phenomenon isn’t limited to music. A similar effect unfolded at Jimmy Carter’s funeral, where the rare gathering of former U.S. presidents became a living portrait of history, unity, and leadership.
By mureed hussainabout a year ago in Confessions







