humor

"Humor is what binds humans together and makes difficult times just a little less painful; Sometimes you can't help but laugh. "

Dealing With Leftover Halloween Treats
So October’s spookiest day in much of the Western world has come and passed. The November sun is rising, the autumn breeze is swaying, and the climate outdoors is chillier than it was on average months ago.
By Snarky Lisa2 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 Lynx2 months ago in Humans
Trampling on the Rights of Our Ancestors
They say history belongs to those who write it. But what happens when we forget who built it? This story begins with a cup of coffee and ends with a letter — not to the future, but to those who came long before us.
By Ebrahim Parsa2 months ago in Humans
The Brain cloning !
One chilly January morning in New Jersey, I walked into the kitchen, a milk carton and a cereal box sitting proudly on the kitchen island — like two culprits caught red-handed. My insomniac husband had clearly forgotten to put the milk back in the fridge.
By Agila3 months ago in Humans
“Every Woman Is Sex-Depraved”
I’ll say it plainly: “Every woman is sex-depraved.” Not because I believe in the literal claim — but because the truth buried inside it exposes one of the most misunderstood aspects of human psychology.
By Randolphe Tanoguem3 months ago in Humans
The Bakery at Dawn
Every morning, long before the city woke, Yusuf unlocked the door to his small bakery. The smell of flour and yeast, the warmth of the oven, and the quiet hum of early morning — this was his sanctuary. The golden light of dawn spilled through the windows, catching the dust in the air like tiny stars. Here, nothing demanded anything from him. Here, he could breathe.
By M.Farooq3 months ago in Humans
The Bench by the Sea
Every morning, before the sun rose, Rahim walked down to the small bench overlooking the sea. It was old — wooden, cracked, and half-covered in salt stains. But it was their bench.
By M.Farooq3 months ago in Humans
The 10-Minute Evening Habit That Can Rewire Your Brain for Calm
We live in a world that doesn’t slow down. The notifications, deadlines, responsibilities, conversations, comparisons — they all stack up, quietly, continuously adding pressure. And even when the day ends, our thoughts don’t. The mind keeps racing, the heart keeps responding, the stress lives on.
By arsalan ahmad3 months ago in Humans
Beneath the Olive Tree
The olive tree had been there longer than anyone could remember. Its trunk was twisted and wide, roots gripping the earth like the hands of someone who refused to let go. Every summer, its branches shimmered with silver-green leaves, and when the wind passed through, they whispered — not loudly, but enough for those who paused to hear.
By M.Farooq3 months ago in Humans
The Garden on the Roof
When the world below buzzed and roared, the roof was quiet. Mina discovered it by accident — a narrow stairwell behind the laundry room of her apartment building that led to a forgotten rooftop. The first time she pushed open the old iron door, it groaned in protest. A gust of wind greeted her, carrying city dust and the distant hum of traffic.
By M.Farooq3 months ago in Humans
The Half-Finished Race
People often say that women mature faster than men. In one sense they do, but that advantage is temporary. If maturity were a marathon, women would sprint the first half and cross the midpoint far ahead. They would celebrate as if the race were over. Men would lag behind, slower at first, but they would keep running. They would finish the second half while many of the early sprinters stood still. That second half of the race, the one built on endurance, sacrifice, and humility, is where real adulthood begins.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast3 months ago in Humans
The Goat Life A Journey of Survival, Faith, and the Human Spirit
I recently watched the movie “The Goat Life”, and I felt deeply moved by its story, emotions, and message. This is not just a film — it is a reflection of real human suffering, faith, and the strength of survival. After watching it, I decided to write this story in my own words, from my heart.
By Izhar Ullah3 months ago in Humans