fact or fiction
Is it a fact or is it merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores relationship myths and truths to get your head out of the clouds and back into romantic reality.
7 Science-Backed Ways to Build the Relationship of Your Dreams (Without Losing Yourself)
7 Science-Backed Ways to Build the Relationship of Your Dreams Love shouldn't be confusing. When two people click, you'd think things fall into place. Sometimes they do. Most times, though? It takes work—and the right kind of work.
By Milan Milic8 months ago in Humans
The Algorithm's Oracle
It started subtly, as most digital intrusions do. Elias, a man deeply enmeshed in the digital tapestry of modern life, first noticed it in his recommendations. Not just the usual eerily accurate suggestions for a new indie band or a obscure documentary. These were different. His streaming service suggested a deep dive into rare diseases, then a documentary about a specific, obscure lung condition. Days later, his distant cousin, whom he hadn't spoken to in years, announced a diagnosis of that exact condition. Coincidence? Elias scoffed.
By Noman Afridi8 months ago in Humans
The Bloomed Years: A Nature of Me
I was once a boy who didn’t know he loved nature—until it whispered to him in silence. I grew up in a small village where the morning came not with alarms, but with the chatter of sparrows and the hush of golden winds. Eighteen years passed in that Eden, and yet I did not count them. They moved through me like rivers: without resistance, without questions. I didn't know I was blooming. I only knew I was alive.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Humans
More Dangerous Than the Winged Bite
In the fever-thick jungles of dusk, she drones, Anopheles—needle-nosed, hunger-boned. She dances on air, a whisper of death, Syringe-laced with venom and stilled breath. Men curse her—the blood thief, the midnight wraith, That hums her hymns of parasitic faith.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Humans
The Song Beneath the Silence
There is a silence in every man that sings a forgotten song. A song he hummed once in the arms of a father, beneath the banyan tree of his childhood, where the wind was wiser than men and the sky, like a canvas, listened. I write this not as a writer, but as a son who once listened—before time began to erase the music.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Humans
Where the Wind Hums Love
In a village not marked on maps, but etched into the memory of winds and rivers, there lived a man named James—kind not merely in manner, but in marrow. He was the kind of man whose voice could quiet storms, whose eyes never spoke lies, and whose hands, weathered by both time and tenderness, held his world gently.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Humans
Juneteenth: The Liberty We Celebrate, The Chains We Keep
I. They say freedom rang on June 19, 1865. Two and a half years late, but freedom—like most things in America—took the scenic route through oppression, confusion, and polite delay. General Granger arrived in Galveston, Texas, with news that the enslaved were—imagine this—already free. The chains had been outlawed. And so the broken were told they were no longer broken, the owned were told they had never truly been owned, and the dying were told to get up and live.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Humans
