religion
How religion plays into corporate culture and office politics.
Happy New Year to the World
Introduction As the clock winds down on 2025, a quiet miracle unfolds: nearly 8 billion people, across 195 countries, pause to honor the same moment. From Sydney’s harbor to New York’s Times Square, from Lagos streets to Reykjavik homes, the world unites—not in language or politics, but in hope.
By KAMRAN AHMAD12 days ago in Journal
Advance Happy New Year 2026
Introduction Even before the final days of 2025 arrive, hearts are already turning toward New Year’s Eve 2025—the threshold to 2026. Across continents, cultures, and time zones, people are sending early wishes: “Advance Happy New Year!”—not out of haste, but out of deep longing for peace, healing, and fresh beginnings.
By KAMRAN AHMAD12 days ago in Journal
Rosalind Ross
Introduction When the name Rosalind Ross surfaces in conversation, it’s often linked to one of Hollywood’s most intense and enigmatic figures: Mel Gibson. But who is Rosalind Ross beyond that association? A former journalist, equestrian, and mother of two of Gibson’s children, Ross has deliberately lived outside the spotlight—yet her presence has shaped a quieter, more personal chapter in Gibson’s life.
By KAMRAN AHMAD12 days ago in Journal
Willowbrook Mall NJ
Introduction Tucked in the heart of Wayne, New Jersey, Willowbrook Mall has long been a cornerstone of retail, community, and convenience for North Jersey residents. Whether you're searching for “Willowbrook Mall NJ hours,” planning a weekend shopping trip, or curious about recent renovations, this iconic mall continues to evolve while honoring its decades-long legacy.
By KAMRAN AHMAD12 days ago in Journal
Snap Bans Soda Candy
Introduction In late 2025, a wave of confusion—and outrage—spread across social media when users began reporting that Snapchat (Snap) was banning or removing content featuring “soda candy”, a popular novelty treat. Searches like “Snap bans soda candy”, “Snap ban”, and “Why did Snap ban soda candy?” surged overnight, leaving creators puzzled and snack lovers alarmed.
By KAMRAN AHMAD12 days ago in Journal
Isiah Whitlock Jr.
Introduction If you’ve searched “Isiah Whitlock Jr. cause of death” or “Isiah Whitlock cause of death” recently, you’re not alone—but you’ve also been misled. False rumors claiming the beloved actor has died have circulated online, fueled by AI-generated content and recycled misinformation.
By KAMRAN AHMAD12 days ago in Journal
Tatiana Schlossberg
Introduction In recent months, a disturbing wave of misinformation has spread across social media with searches like “Tatiana Schlossberg cause of death”, “JFK granddaughter dies”, and “Tatiana Schlossberg acute myeloid leukemia”. These claims are not only false—they are entirely fabricated.
By KAMRAN AHMAD12 days ago in Journal
New Year 2026
Introduction Though it’s still 2025, people are already searching for “New Year 2026 upcoming”—planning celebrations, setting goals, and even booking travel. Why? Because New Year’s Eve 2025 marks the transition into 2026, and for many, preparation begins months in advance.
By KAMRAN AHMAD12 days ago in Journal
god loves you, but not enough to save you
I’ve come to miss the smell of my old church, that burned incense, thick and suffocating, frankincense and myrrh, woody and earthy, sweet like something from beyond, something you could only experience behind its heavy, holy doors. I miss my fingers lingering, painting, gliding over, puddling in the holy water, hiding under the guise of maturity as I locked eyes with the priest and streaked it across my forehead, my lips, my heart with a strong, steady, damp, lying thumb—the Sign of the Cross. I miss the sight of stained glass glowing dimly in a dozen different colors, crafted so carefully and earnestly, beautiful and radiant, painting the very stories we would come to hear; I miss having to crane my head up high to see the priest, the podium, the Son of God up on the cross in the center, the candles, the choir, the holy, heavy Gospel. I miss the comfort of community, of neighbors, of sitting between strangers, of the closeness of bodies, of the feel of another person’s warmth radiating close by, of the intrigue, of the tension, of the stakes, of the waiting game, of glances, of soft, sweet, friendly smiles, of hands clasped and held and shaken before the doubt set in, before touches became something strange, something to desire or to fear, before people were something to shy away from, before respect was leveled on a scale, weighed and tested and failed, time after time. I miss the songs, the organ, the music, the rising and falling, the hums and hymns, the volume, the rising chimes of familiarity, voices loud, voices quiet, voices everywhere, together, singing the same songs. I would say I miss bowing my head and praying like it meant something, like I was heard, like I had meaning, like my mortal fears could be quelled, like my questions would be answered, only that part, I will admit, is somewhat of a blur—what exactly did I ever ask of my God in those days? I remember only one thing; I know I asked to hear Him, to know Him, to feel Him—in my early teen years, I found myself lost and angry and afraid and desperate, desperate to keep believing. Give me a sign, I would pray, time after time, before my prayers turned to pleas, then to harsh, vapid commands—give me a sign, Lord, and I will know I am wrong; I’ll know you are here with me. But no such sign ever came, and if it had, it passed me by in a blink, a flashing, fleeting moment. Yet the whole time, my eyes were bared to the world before me, and I did not feel Him; I felt nothing but the throb of my own heart, beating, beating, beating in a silent room, a room turned sour rather than sweet, nauseating with the bend of knee, the blind-eyed faith of others, all hearing, all seeing, all knowing a Lord who would not hear me, who would not know me, who would not see me as I was—a room that turned such silences to song with a single cue, with a jolt like a flinch rather than a whimsical transition, a room in which people praised and loved a God that I could not keep pretending to feel. Even so, I miss the pretending, too, before I saw it for what it was—the hard, cold surface of the pew, my hands clasped in prayer, focused, eyes shut, trying, hoping, wishing, praying to be known, to be felt, to be forgiven, to be loved unconditionally by something far, far away.
By angela hepworth15 days ago in Journal
Karoline Leavitt’s Husband
Introduction As political commentator and former White House press secretary Karoline Leavitt gains national attention—especially during her 2024 congressional campaign and ongoing media appearances—many fans and followers have turned their curiosity toward her personal life. One of the most frequently searched questions? “Who is Karoline Leavitt’s husband?”
By KAMRAN AHMAD16 days ago in Journal
Mickey Lee
Introduction When Big Brother 27 was announced, fans eagerly scanned the cast list for fresh faces — and one name quickly sparked curiosity: Mickey Lee. Dubbed “Mickey from Big Brother” across social media, he rapidly gained attention for his sharp gameplay, emotional depth, and unexpected alliances.
By KAMRAN AHMAD16 days ago in Journal
