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The Government’s Best Friends
The Government’s Best Friends In the heart of the city stood an old coffee shop, a place people fondly called *The Corner of Friendship.* It was a spot where politicians, officials, and ordinary citizens often crossed paths. Some came to talk business, others to argue, and many simply to vent about the government.
By waseem khan4 months ago in Confessions
The Surprised Trend of Converting to Islam Around the World
The Surprised Trend of Converting to Islam Around the World Walk into a mosque in Berlin, New York, or Cape Town, and you might notice a surprising scene. A woman with blond hair adjusts her scarf before prayer. A man who once sang in church now whispers verses of the Qur’an. A university student, raised without any faith, repeats Arabic words with quiet devotion. Despite widespread Islamophobia, thousands of people around the world continue to embrace Islam. The trend surprises many, yet for those who witness it closely, the reasons unfold with clarity.
By waseem khan4 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 愛
I am proud of where I am right now. I am not in the best of places but I am not in the worst either. I have an adequate amount of tasks and I have some how found a system to navigate all I have to do. I just got to keep going even if it is just a little bit.
By Kayla McIntosh4 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: ハチドリ
I am sitting on the couch relaxing a bit but I should be jumping in the shower to shave my legs and exfoliate my knees. I also need to clean the shower too but I don't know which to do first. Probably take the shower so it can be clean after I am done.
By Kayla McIntosh4 months ago in Confessions
Word of Day: タロット. Top Story - October 2025.
I don't know how to feel or what to do right now. I still have a bit of a stomachache and I feel like I should go lay down for a bit again but another part of me is tired of laying down and wanting to do something productive.
By Kayla McIntosh4 months ago in Confessions
The Prison
The cell was small, barely wide enough for the iron cot and the chipped wooden table that leaned against the wall. A single barred window allowed a narrow sliver of light to filter through, dust particles dancing like ghosts in the dimness. For most, this room was punishment—stone, silence, and steel. For Daniel Carter, it was something far more complicated.
By Saqib Ullah4 months ago in Confessions
Once Upon a Time in Dubai A Journey Down Memory
There was a time when bread was sold unsliced, and crossing the creek from Bur Dubai to Deira meant sitting in a rowing boat, long before engine Abras became common. On Thursday nights, the Indian Association would bring families together with free Hindi movies shown in the open-air theatre opposite the Dubai Museum. The community was small, but it felt like one big family.
By Izhar Ullah4 months ago in Confessions
