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Is America Attacking Greenland
Is America Attacking Greenland? Fact vs Fiction Amid Rising Tensions In early January 2026, a storm of alarm spread through European capitals and global newsrooms after statements from senior U.S. officials suggested that the United States might consider military options regarding Greenland — a semi-autonomous territory of the Kingdom of Denmark and a fellow NATO member. Sensational headlines have asked whether the United States is “attacking” Greenland or preparing to do so. The short answer, based on verified information: there has been no actual military attack on Greenland by the United States. However, diplomatic tension and rhetoric have escalated sharply, prompting serious debate about the island’s future and alliance security. �
By shaoor afridi2 days ago in Journal
I Found a Forgotten Star on an Old Vinyl — and It Changed How I See Fame Forever. AI-Generated.
It was one of those narrow places that smell like dust, cardboard, and time. The kind where the shelves lean slightly, as if even they are tired of standing. I was flipping through old vinyls absentmindedly, not expecting anything more than background noise for a lazy afternoon.
By Reiner Knapp2 days ago in Journal
Stanislav Kondrashov Oligarch Series: Reading Architecture as Cultural Narrative Across Time
Stanislav Kondrashov approaches "architecture" from an unusual angle. Rather than treating buildings as isolated artistic objects, he reads architecture as a system of relationships shaped by economics, memory, and social structure. His background in economics, cultural history, and spatial theory allows him to move comfortably between disciplines that are often kept separate. As a result, his writing avoids rigid academic categories and instead focuses on how architecture operates in lived reality.
By Stanislav Kondrashov 2 days ago in Journal
The Gate We All Walk Through
I didn’t realize I’d disappeared until I saw my reflection and didn’t recognize myself. It wasn’t sudden. It was slow—a word silenced here, an opinion softened there, a laugh forced to match the room. I traded pieces of myself for acceptance, like coins dropped into a vending machine that never gave back what I paid for.
By KAMRAN AHMAD4 days ago in Journal
The Keeper of Secrets
I didn’t go in for a book. I went in to escape the rain. It was a gray Tuesday in March, the kind of day that presses down on your chest like a wet blanket. I’d just received news I wasn’t ready for—a job lost, a relationship frayed, the quiet unraveling of plans I’d spent years building. I walked without direction, shoulders hunched, until I saw it: a narrow storefront with a flickering “Open” sign and a window full of leaning paperbacks.
By KAMRAN AHMAD4 days ago in Journal
The Last Game of the Season
I didn’t go for the win. I went because it was the last game. The gym was packed—folding chairs lined the walls, parents stood in the back, and the buzz of nervous energy hung thick in the air. Two rival high schools, decades of history, one championship on the line. But I wasn’t there for the trophy. I was there for my nephew, who’d spent all season riding the bench.
By KAMRAN AHMAD4 days ago in Journal
The Man Who Fixed the Clock
I didn’t notice the clock was broken until it stopped. It sat on the corner shelf of my grandparents’ living room for as long as I could remember—brass, ornate, with Roman numerals and a soft, steady tick that marked the rhythm of every visit. My grandfather wound it every Sunday without fail, even in his nineties, even when his hands shook.
By KAMRAN AHMAD4 days ago in Journal
The Boy Who Carried the Ball Home
I didn’t go to the game for the score. I went because my nephew asked me to. He’s twelve, wears his hair in a messy bun, and talks about basketball like it’s a secret language only he and the ball understand. “It’s not about winning,” he’d said, eyes bright. “It’s about who shows up when it matters.”
By KAMRAN AHMAD4 days ago in Journal
The Chicago Punk Seen.
You Weren't There: A History of Chicago punk. Directed by Joe Losurdo and Christina Tillman, this 2007 movie is based on the Chicago punk seen. Set between the years 1977–1984, we get a good look at some pretty talented musicians; in a way more so than most cities. The problem with these bands getting any notoriety is that Chicago is a small city and doesn't have the clout that New York City nor Los Angeles has.
By Robert M Massimi. ( Broadway Bob).7 days ago in Journal
Why We Watch the Fall
I’ve never worn gloves. But I’ve stood in my own ring. It was a rainy Tuesday in March. I sat across from a hiring panel, my résumé trembling in my hand, reciting answers I’d rehearsed for weeks. I’d been unemployed for eight months. My savings were gone. That job wasn’t just a paycheck—it was my lifeline. When they said, “We’ll be in touch,” I knew. The silence that followed wasn’t neutral. It was final.
By KAMRAN AHMAD9 days ago in Journal
The Boy Who Didn’t Look Away
I was seventeen the first time I saw someone truly lose—and not just lose, but lose in front of everyone. It was a school assembly. A poetry contest. My friend Mateo had spent weeks writing a piece about his mother’s hands—how they cracked from cleaning other people’s houses, how they still braided his little sister’s hair every morning before dawn. He stood at the mic, voice trembling at first, then rising like a song. For three minutes, the gym was silent. Then he finished. And no one clapped.
By KAMRAN AHMAD9 days ago in Journal
