satire
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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 Abdullah7 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 Abdullah7 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 Abdullah7 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 Abdullah7 months ago in Humans
The Beautiful Lies We Breathe
I was born human. I am told this every day—not by fact, but by function. By the way I’m asked to smile when I don’t feel like smiling. To believe when doubt lingers. To love while my heart is tired. To chase when I’ve forgotten why I run. This is not a complaint. It’s a confession. And like every good confession, it is human.
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Humans
The First Time We Breathe
I don’t remember the first time I breathed. No one does. Yet somehow, it defined everything that followed. That first cry wasn’t just air filling lungs—it was existence announcing itself. And from that moment onward, every “first time” became a thread in the tapestry of being human. We stumble, we reach, we burn, we break—and we become.
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Humans
Rafael Devers
Rafael Devers is one of the brightest stars in Major League Baseball (MLB) today. He plays for the Boston Red Sox, one of the most famous baseball teams in the world. Known for his powerful bat and exciting style of play, Devers has become a fan favorite in Boston and across the country.
By Farhan Sayed7 months ago in Humans
The Boy Who Refused to Blink
I. The Child: Born Guilty The boy was born on a Tuesday—a day his village called Damnation’s Dawn. His mother bled silence, and the doctor wore no gloves. The hospital bed was cold; the window open in winter. They say he didn’t cry when he was born. They say he blinked once, then never again.
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Humans
