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Ashes in the Wind. Content Warning.
At the Colorado-Utah border, under a sherbet sunrise, I opened the jar. A raven dipped low, wings slicing the air with a kind of knowing. It hovered, looked us in the eye—really looked—and then soared west into the painted sky. We didn’t speak for a moment.
By Heather Zoccali5 months ago in Humans
Under the Nets, Beyond the Scoreboard
The First Step Into Something New There’s a first time for everything, and sometimes it comes with nerves, laughter, and memories that stay long after the moment is gone. For me, Shehzad, and my friends — Bilal, Irfan, Umar, and Khalil — that “first time” was stepping into a closed cricket ground, the kind wrapped entirely in nets, where boundaries aren’t measured by distance but by the sound of a ball smacking against mesh.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Humans
The Day the Internet Stops: What Would We Do?
It starts quietly. You wake up, rub your eyes, reach for your phone, and press the glowing screen. But instead of the usual scroll of headlines, likes, and unread messages, you see… nothing. No Wi-Fi symbol, no data connection, no blinking blue dots promising “just a moment.”
By Saqib Ullah5 months ago in Humans
Chains of the Brothel: Part 8 No More Fear
Shadows in the Old House The Old House had grown darker with each passing night. Its walls carried whispers of people the world had abandoned—voices swallowed into silence. Yet within that suffocating silence, Anita remained. Her presence glowed like a faint but unyielding flame.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Humans
The Child Who Cried “Allah” Outside the Green Dome
The child stood trembling before the grand mosque, his small hands clutching the word “Allah” crafted in glowing calligraphy. Tears rolled freely down his cheeks, his lips quivering as he whispered prayers only he and his Creator could understand. Behind him rose the magnificent Green Dome of Madinah, a symbol of peace, mercy, and eternal love. Yet in his heart, there was a storm—an ache too vast for such a young soul to carry.
By waseem khan5 months ago in Humans
When the World Fell Silent, I Found My Voice
Excerpt (Short Intro): For years, I carried a silence that no one else could hear. Behind every smile was a storm I never let escape. This is the story of the night everything changed—the night I learned that speaking up can save a life, even your own.
By Roohullah Roohani 5 months ago in Humans
