Stream of Consciousness
A Cycle of Suffering in Gaza
The Fragile Ceasefire The guns fell silent on November 24, 2023, marking Gaza's first dawn in seven weeks without the mechanical whine of drones. As the pale winter sun rose over shattered neighborhoods, people emerged like ghosts from the rubble. Um Youssef, a 58-year-old grandmother, knelt in what remained of her kitchen, sifting through broken dishes with trembling hands. "This was where I made maqluba every Friday," she told a neighbor, her voice cracking as she held up a single surviving coffee cup.
By Muhammad Israr8 months ago in Humans
The Entitlement Trap
Let's cut through the noise and address something that's happening in relationships everywhere: women who've convinced themselves that a man's wallet is their birthright. This isn't about genuine partnerships where resources are shared equitably. This is about a mindset that turns relationships into ATM transactions with emotional manipulation as the PIN code.
By LaMarion Ziegler8 months ago in Humans
SYMPHONY OF LOVE. Top Story - May 2025.
The drum of your pulse resounds through me, a familiar thrum. I can hear your dreams; they ring in my ears like Heaven’s bells. I know you like the back of my hand, and I give you all of me, an offering, cupped in my palms for the taking. Your passions are my own; we are one in the same. I take them in my grasp and hold them to my lips, kissing your words like wet, slackened mouths, like open gashes. I cherish each idea, each syllable, all of you. For access to your mind, I am starved and aching. Stain me with your ideals, love. I will bleed for them; I will bleed for you. Touch your hand to mine; feel the weight of my pride for you. I would know you anywhere across the surface of the world. I would hear you in a sea of a million voices, and I would track you down. I will show you my own passion, my own light. I will be your Knight in shining armor, your glorious King, your Queen of all high. I will be your God, if you’ll let me. I will make my way through the darkness and back again just to hear your voice, to bask in the sweet symphony of you. I will give it all away, just to fight tooth and nail for it again, to keep you by my side. I will throb and ache for you. I will sing your melodies when you have not the strength; I will relish in the reverberation of your eternal song. Yours is a song as old as time, a beautiful hymn, a sweet, soft tune, yet something bold, something unrelenting. This forgotten music of you—how could I have forsaken it? How could I not sway to your rhythm? My body is a plucked string, vibrating, blurred in the dark of night. I move aimlessly for you. I curl like a wisp of vapor, a tuft of cloud, a lick of flame. I am everything around you, within you. I twirl your worries around in a circle above your head; let me make a lesson of your pain. Let me send away all that may harm you with a flick of my finger, a downwards jolt of hand, and it will be gone. You may have every breath in my lungs, every unsung note stuck in the hollow of my throat. To you, I give my all. I dedicate this music of my life to you. I give you my arms, the wiry, wild, fluid windmills of my soul. I give you my legs, how they stride, how they part, how they leap for joy. I give you my open heart, red and pounding, alive, awake, gaping in your wake. All of me is a symphony; all of me desires you. I will live for you. I will sing your name from the tallest mountaintops. I will glide side to side in the deepest pits of the sea, just to hear your timbred voice spill from your lips, a sugar sweet antidote to this world’s poison. My heart is yours forevermore, and it sings with such joy to have you.
By angela hepworth8 months ago in Humans
