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The Space Between Us
The first thing I noticed about the building was the silence. It stood in the middle of a crowded city block, surrounded by traffic, noise, and movement, yet inside its walls, people lived as strangers. Doors closed quickly. Eyes avoided contact. Everyone carried their own lives like heavy luggage, careful not to bump into anyone else.
By Asghar ali awan11 days ago in Fiction
Life Comes Without Instructions
What is the measure of a life? What gives it worth? What’s it all for? What is the point? To celebrate a life is to lose it to death. It is inevitable. We are all hanging onto the dash between our birth and death dates. Hoping to make a mark, something to be remembered for. Is that in the things we do, or the people we know? I believe it is in the people we touch. Lives that we are mingled with. Not what we aspire to be, but WHO we aspire to become.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 days ago in Fiction
♡ Me and My Identity ♡
♡ Me and My Identity ♡ ■Episode 4 ✍ By: Abdul-Ilah Abdul-Qader Al-Junaid Abu Zaid, a kind man in his fifties who had lost his sight due to the hardships of past conflicts, was accustomed to going out with his son Zaid to buy groceries from the market and then returning home. However, Zaid was now with his classmates at the summer center on its first day. Despite this, Abu Zaid insisted on going out as usual, but this time alone, driven by a desire to check on any neighborhood children who might have been late joining the center.
By ZAIDALGONAID12 days ago in Fiction
