School
The world feels more quiet; lonelier even.
But maybe it is. I try to be as optimistic as I can about things I’m going through. Countless job applications with no reply? There’s more jobs to apply to. Job interviews that bear no fruit? Rejection is redirection. Almost a year of doing nothing? God is probably asking me to rest and take it easy for now. If anyone asks how I’m doing? I’ll just say I’m doing okay.
By Ethel Audrey5 months ago in Confessions
"The Day I Learned to Let Go of the Past"
I'll never forget the day I realized that I was holding onto things that no longer served me. I was going through a difficult time in my life, struggling to cope with the loss of a loved one and the end of a long-term relationship. I felt lost and alone, like I was drifting through life without a sense of direction.
By M.Changer6 months ago in Confessions
Whispers of Winter
The children had once ruled the hill as kings and queens of winter. Laughter echoed through the cold air, snowballs flew like comets, and sleds carved winding trails down the icy slopes. Among them were Sam, Elsie, and little Kip — inseparable companions who shared their joys with a small, curious red fox they named Ember.
By Solene Hart6 months ago in Confessions
Why Does the Universe Ask more of me than most?
What I survived one does not talk about out of curtesy of others. It is socially inapriprate and one must cage the situation with caution because of social norms I soppose. People naturally can only handle so much. But naturally as a neurodivergent person I struggled to understand a social ques. Problem? I have no filter, and I am as bizarre as they come. I know people judge me to be quite odd or eccentric, for being to open. However, having cerebral palsy in the early 2000's made me a social outcast and I had zero social skills and no impulse control. When you are born with cerebral palsy there is damage to the frontal lobe and that really affects who you become in regards to your personality. I blame this reason alone for being such a bold person, Also people with disabilities ( I am sorry to be so honest) are stronger than the rest of population by the laws of the survival of the fittest. They have more tenacity and grit then you could ever imagine. You dont know how strong you have to be in life until you are given no choice or alternative. Naturally as a result, we face life fearlessly and with a kind of strength and courage no one could define unless they had a disability. Please keep in mind that I am very aware that everyone has a disability of certain severity, and in reality we are all disabled. However, it seems to be the case that more more "soul strength" is required of the people that are severely disabled and have very heavy bodies more sickly bodies with limited mobility. I was contently frustrated ands in a state of mental and physical exhaustion and still you must do what the world demands of you. I cannot tell you how many times I have pleaded in complete mercy to God, " Why are you asking me to do the impossible everyday- I'm tired." People always assumed I lived with my parents, live in a group home or some institution- and were shocked to learn I live on my own. When I am in a hospital, I feel helpless at times because the doctor and nurses assume I am incompetent regarding my care and condition of my health. They also talked to me and treated me differently. I remember them begging to treat my skin infection on my foot before it naturally enntered my bloodsteam and I found myself bedbound again due to extreme weakness. No one listened and I was asked to take anibiotics for weeks untuil the problem spiralled out of control and required hospitalization. Sometimes I arrived so overwelmed by the inflection I was no longer able to walk with my walker. I was using everything I had to make it to the ER in hopes I would be nursed back to health. But they always discharged me and I was always worried if my body was strong enough to make it home. These were dark times, it really did make me belief that my life had lost all of its quaility and I lived in a constant state of suffering and agony. I did not have my motorized wheelchair at the time and all I had to make it in the world was my walker. But due to illness I could no longer walk safely, and it seemed to also rob me of my balance and stability. But still I was told to take the antibiotics that were not working and sent home only to decline rapidly over time over and over requiring hospitalization. I had lost complete and utter hope and honestly thought I would showily die of an infection over a long sufferuing time period. But I had always been a fighter and suviver, I was not the type to just lay down and die, I was young and still had a life to live! I learned through research that the simple act of putting vasicine on my toes would end my horrific wounds and elevate the problem. I worked with specialists, wound care nursews and endless doctors and no one offered a solution or an answer to why it was happening. They only threw pills at me. Meanwhile the wound nurses were making the problem worse my putting thick bandages on my feet that only caused them to rub together more. It honestly stabs me in the heart recalling this time in my life. I felt subhuman to the healthcare system and neglected terribly.
By Julia Stellings6 months ago in Confessions
The Last Bench We Sat On
There’s a wooden bench outside our village school. It’s old — the paint is chipped, the legs are slightly bent, and one side creaks when you sit. Most people don’t even notice it anymore. It blends into the background like a forgotten photograph on a dusty shelf.
By Muhammad Kaleemullah6 months ago in Confessions
The Stranger’s Notebook
The Stranger’s Notebook On a quiet afternoon, Maya wandered through the park, hoping the familiar rustle of leaves and distant laughter would calm the restless thoughts in her mind. Her world had felt heavy lately—filled with memories she couldn’t shake and questions with no answers. As she passed the old oak tree, something caught her eye: a small, worn notebook resting on a bench, its leather cover cracked and soft with age.
By Furqan Elahi6 months ago in Confessions
Life After Summer
Life After Summer It always begins with the wind. That soft, familiar shift in the air — when the summer heat starts to loosen its grip, and evenings become kinder. It’s not quite autumn yet, but the world begins to cool, slowly, almost thoughtfully. Just like she had.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Confessions
The Dream I Hid for 10 Years. AI-Generated.
For a decade, I lived two lives. To my family, I was the obedient son — quiet, responsible, always saying "In shaa Allah" to their plans. I studied what they asked, attended the family shop when needed, and never questioned their decisions.
By Kaleem Ullah6 months ago in Confessions
Don’t Forget to Check on the Strong Ones
They say I’m the strong one. The dependable one. The one you call when you need to cry, need a ride, need advice, need anything. I’ve worn that label like armor for as long as I can remember. “You’re so resilient,” they tell me. “You always seem to have it all together.” And I smile. Nod. Offer reassurance.
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Confessions
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
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
