School
In University:Behind Closed Doors
Behind Closed Doors It began like any normal semester. Students at a well-known University in Pakistan began attending their lectures as usual. Among them were students in the Computer Software Department, a place where students dream of launching tech careers, building apps, and writing code. But for many female students, the nightmare began not in a lab—but in an English class.
By Sofia Elira Solenne6 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 khan6 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 Usama6 months ago in Confessions
She Walked Out and Never Looked Back
The morning she left was just like any other. Sunlight spilled through the kitchen window, casting warm patterns across the marble floor. The smell of toast and cardamom tea floated through the house. My mother stood by the sink, wiping her hands on her apron, humming a soft tune I never knew the name of.
By Muhammad Usama6 months ago in Confessions
The Well's Whisper
The Well's Whisper The silence shattered the moment frantic screams pierced the humid Texas air. It was October 14, 1987 — a day that dawned like any other, filled with the lazy hum of summer’s lingering warmth and the innocent laughter of an 18-month-old child. Jessica McClure, a tiny whirlwind of curiosity, played joyfully in her aunt’s backyard in Midland, Texas, when the unthinkable occurred. One moment she was there — a bright spark of life — and the next, it was as if the earth had swallowed her whole. She had vanished into an abandoned, eight-inch wide, 22-foot deep well — a dark, narrow maw in the unsuspecting ground.
By Noman Afridi6 months ago in Confessions
The Stranger Who Shared My Blood
I never imagined that a saliva test could make me question everything about my identity. Like many people during lockdown, I got bored and bought one of those at-home DNA kits. It sat on my shelf for weeks until I finally spit into the tube and mailed it off, expecting nothing more than confirmation of what I'd always been told: half Swedish, half French, and a proud mix of both.
By Hamad Haider6 months ago in Confessions
One Click, and My Past Was a Lie
I had never thought much about where I came from. I mean, I knew my roots—at least I thought I did. We were Irish on my mother’s side, Italian on my father’s. My grandfather fought in World War II. My grandmother made the best lasagna. It was the kind of identity you wear like a warm coat—comfortable, familiar, and passed down through generations.
By Hamad Haider6 months ago in Confessions
I Lived in Silence for a Year After My Friend’s Suicide
I didn’t cry at his funeral. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I physically couldn’t. My body felt frozen, my throat closed, and my chest was hollow. The only thing I could hear was the echo of my own heartbeat, slow and heavy like guilt.
By Ayaz L Behrani6 months ago in Confessions
America Great
Jackson Hayes stood under the faded stars and stripes waving in his small-town backyard. The flagpole leaned slightly from years of Midwest wind, but he never let it fall. His daughter, Emily, had once asked, “Why do you still fly that flag when things feel so broken, Dad?”
By Ayan khan6 months ago in Confessions
