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The Lives of Others. Top Story - September 2025.
Like millions of other people, I commute daily; an hour on public transport each way to the nearest large city. I've taken the same bus journey so many times I recognize the drivers and their schedules and I can sleep most of it without missing my stop. I can see the fucking road with my eyes closed and I swear I have developed a sixth sense for when and where a traffic jam will occur, what buses will be late, and when I'll struggle to get a seat (always when the University is in session, always - I swear some of the students think their book bags have a ticket too the way they seat hog)...
By S. A. Crawford5 months ago in Humans
How I Balance My Studies and Job in Islamabad at 24
Life at 24 is not as easy as it looks from the outside. People often imagine this age as a golden chapter filled with freedom, energy, and endless possibilities. But for me—and for many young people in Pakistan—it is also a time of responsibility, sleepless nights, and silent battles.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Humans
Breaking Boundaries: Areeba’s Journey from Silence to Stardom
She dribbled through doubt, shot through silence, and scored her freedom — not just on the court, but in life. The crowd roared. Cameras flashed. But Areeba’s eyes searched for two faces she never thought she’d see in the stands — her parents.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Humans
Two Roads, One City: The Choices That Save Us — or Break Us
Johanson laced up her sneakers just as the first light spilled through her window. The city was waking up — car horns, the smell of bread from a nearby bakery, a neighbor watering his plants. She smiled, tightened her ponytail, and stepped out.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Humans
He Carried a Wrench, Not a Childhood
Part 1: The Weight of a Silent Dream In a forgotten Pakistani village between dry farmland and interior Pakistan's feudal territories, a boy named Ikram lived with hopes bigger than his shoulders. He was not quite 12, but his face was already skilled at holding down hurt. He had worn through his slippers, his father's extra-large shirt over his own size, and eyes that would beg anybody to show clemency without words.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Humans
Chains of the Brothel: Part 2 — The Price of 2200 Rupees
The year was 1990. Anita had been married only two years when her world began to collapse. She had once believed marriage was a doorway into love and safety. Amit Mishra had wooed her with promises — sweet words whispered in the quiet of evening, vows of forever, dreams of building a family together. Anita believed him. She gave him her trust, her loyalty, her heart.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Humans
