book reviews
Reviews of books by relationship gurus, dating experts, and cautionary tale-tellers.
Impacting Others, Happy or Brilliant, and Huggers
The Stranger on the Bench It started on a rainy Thursday. Leena had just quit her job — not dramatically, just quietly walked out of the glass doors, box in hand, heart pounding. The email she sent afterward was polite, professional, and filled with more truth than HR would appreciate.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Humans
The Man with a Prayer on His Tongue
The Man with a Prayer on His TongueStart writing... He wasn't from here. That much was obvious. Wearing dusty sandals, a worn-out kurta, and a face that carried too many years of sadness, the man entered the masjid quietly just before Asr prayer. No one noticed him at first—people were busy with their routines, their dua, their phones.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Humans
"Peace Over Pressure: Mindfulness Tools That Actually Work"
It started with a to-do list. A long one. By 6:30 a.m., Emma was already running behind. The coffee hadn’t kicked in, her phone buzzed with a string of Slack messages, and her inbox read 47 unread emails. Her toddler cried in the next room, the dog needed walking, and she couldn’t remember if she’d even brushed her teeth.
By Khubaib saeed 6 months ago in Humans
The Man Who Forgot He Was Alive
The Man Who Forgot He Was Alive He couldn’t remember where he’d put his keys. That was how it started. A small thing. He stood at the doorway, hand frozen over the knob, a blank space in his mind where knowledge used to be. He checked the table, his coat pocket, the kitchen counter—nothing. Eventually, he found them in the fridge, resting beside a carton of milk he didn’t remember buying.
By Huzaifa Dzine6 months ago in Humans
The Story of a Pomegranate and the Sweetness of Compassion
The Story of a Pomegranate and the Sweetness of Compassion There was a man who used to buy pomegranates from an old woman every day. Each time, after the weighing was done and the price was paid, he would cut open the pomegranate, take a single seed, put it in his mouth, and frown as if it tasted sour. He would then complain aloud, saying, "These are sour!" After voicing his complaint, he would hand the pomegranate back to the elderly woman without taking it home.
By Ikram Ullah6 months ago in Humans
The Silent Bond
In the quiet hills of a forgotten village named Sundarpur, far from cities and crowds, lived two friends: Hari and Ramu. They had known each other since they were boys. No one remembered how they became friends—it was just something that always was, like the river that flowed beside the village or the mango tree near the temple.
By AFTAB KHAN6 months ago in Humans
