friendship

C.S Lewis got it right: friendship is born when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one!"

The Bridge of Words
The river ran quietly under the old stone bridge, its waters reflecting the golden glow of the late afternoon sun. The city around it hummed softly, but here, the world seemed paused — the constant chatter of traffic and distant sirens softened to a gentle backdrop.
By M.Farooq3 months ago in Humans
The Garden of Silence
Zoya had always loved the city park behind her apartment. It wasn’t famous or large — just a modest green space with a few benches, flowering shrubs, and an old fountain that had long stopped working.
By M.Farooq3 months ago in Humans
The Last Train Home
The city had fallen into a muted quiet by the time Ali stepped onto the platform. Neon lights flickered over puddles left by the afternoon rain, turning the concrete into a river of reflection. His coat was damp, his shoes leaving wet prints on the tiles.
By M.Farooq3 months ago in Humans
The Chalkboard
The sun had just begun to spill its soft golden light through the cracked windows of Class 5B when Miss Rukhsana unlocked the door.
By M.Farooq3 months ago in Humans
The Garden He Left Behind
When Sadia’s husband, Faisal, passed away, the house didn’t just become empty — it became silent. Not the soft, peaceful kind of silence that soothes the soul.
By M.Farooq3 months ago in Humans
Please Hold for a Moment of Girl Talk. Top Story - November 2025.
I think there's something so special about girl friendships - the relationships that just feel so fruitful, the ones that refresh you and don't drain you, and the friendships that can pick up right where they left off, even if you're not physically close. These are the ones to hold on to and to really nourish. These are the types of friendships I'm intentional about giving my time and energy to.
By Li-Li 📓3 months ago in Humans
Ambiverts of the World, Unite!
It used to be so easy and simple: You are either an extrovert (turn toward people, love social interactions, revel in being the heart of a party, thrive in large gatherings) or an introvert (a hermit who is terrified of the social interactions and would rather spend time with a pet, book, or a good movie, turning away from others and inward the self). Extroverts are energized by other people and interactions with them, while introverts recharge on and in solitude. Well, you know the drill - this personality dimension has been carved into us since childhood.
By Lana V Lynx3 months ago in Humans
Letters Never Sent
The old wooden box had always been there — tucked away at the back of Nadia’s closet, beneath stacks of clothes and forgotten memories.
By M.Farooq3 months ago in Humans
The Letter in the Garden
The garden behind Rania’s house had been forgotten for years. Tall weeds tangled around broken flowerbeds, and the small stone path was barely visible under a carpet of moss.
By M.Farooq3 months ago in Humans
The Window with the Blue Curtain
The old apartment building on Maple Street had seen better days. Cracked walls, flickering lights, and neighbors who rarely spoke beyond polite nods.
By M.Farooq3 months ago in Humans
The Painter of the Alley
The narrow alley behind the old market was never quiet. Children played football with dented cans. Shopkeepers shouted over each other. The air smelled of spices, rain, and sometimes — faintly — of paint.
By M.Farooq3 months ago in Humans
The Bridge at Sunset
Every evening, just before sunset, Farid walked to the old bridge at the edge of town. He had been doing this for months — always alone, always at the same time.
By M.Farooq3 months ago in Humans