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🌌 Music for Spaces That Don’t Exist: Soundtracking Imaginary Worlds . AI-Generated.
There’s music for parties. Music for breakups. Music for long drives, chill Sundays, heartbreak recoveries. But what about music for worlds that aren’t real?
By The Yume Collective7 months ago in Chapters
The Beast
It was 1850... India. Some far away part of Punjab. There was a big jungle and near that, some green farms. And there, like touching the sky, stood Ratan Singh’s palace. From far it looked royal—big golden towers shining in sunlight. But when you go near, those walls... they was hiding some dark stuff. Pain. Cruelty.
By Usama7 months ago in Chapters
Trump has ‘good conversation’ with Zelenskyy after heavy bombardment of Ukraine by Russia
US munitions slated for Ukraine held up over shortage as Trump ‘disappointed’ by Putin’s refusal to make concessions Donald trump spoke with Ukraine’s president, Volodymyr Zelenskyy, on Friday as the US president appears increasingly disheartened over his chances of fulfilling a campaign pledge to end the war between Russia and Ukraine.
By SHYAKA MARS7 months ago in Chapters
I Stole My Friend’s Life
The first time I plagiarized Lila, it was accidental. We were 19, sharing lukewarm chai in her dorm room—walls plastered with her ink sketches of twisted trees and sharp-toothed birds. I read her poetry journal while she showered (*“the sky tonight is a bruise / tender and violet where god pressed too hard”*), and those lines slipped into my psych essay like they’d always lived there.
By Muhammad Firdos 8 months ago in Chapters
Echoes Beyond the veil. Content Warning.
Chapter 1: The Last Breath I never thought it would be my last day. The morning began quietly. The soft hum of the city outside my window, the faint aroma of brewing coffee, and the dull, familiar weight of routine settled around me like a blanket. I reached out for my favorite blouse—the one with tiny blue flowers embroidered across the collar—and as if my hands were betraying me, the steaming cup slipped, spilling dark coffee over the fabric. A sigh escaped me, frustration bubbling beneath my calm exterior. I grabbed a towel, scrubbing ineffectively at the stain, cursing myself for the careless mess.
By Star8 months ago in Chapters
Every Day Is Theirs: A Heart’s Tribute to Our Parents Beyond One Day
✍️ By: Umair Ali Shah Yousafzai --- 🌸 Introduction: The Problem with “One Day” In an age where love has been reduced to emojis and celebrations are confined to trending hashtags, it’s become common to see people dedicate just one day a year to their parents — usually in the form of a well-edited photo, a generic social media caption, or a short video clip. "Happy Parents’ Day!" they declare, and with that, consider their duty fulfilled. But can one day capture the essence of lifelong sacrifice? Can a Facebook status outweigh a mother’s sleepless nights? Can an Instagram reel compensate for a father’s decades of toil? The answer — spoken by the heart — is a resounding no. Parents are not a seasonal celebration. They are the soul of our lives. They do not deserve a day; they deserve our every day, our every breath, our every success, our every prayer. --- 🕊️ A Love Beyond Comprehension Parental love is not poetic — it is prophetic. The mother’s womb becomes a sanctuary before we even open our eyes. Her body breaks to give us life. Her nights shatter so our dreams can form. Her meals go cold so ours stay warm. She becomes our shadow, our comfort, our shield. And the father? He becomes the silent mountain who absorbs the storm before it reaches us. He ages behind the curtain so we can grow on stage. His shoes wear thin so ours stay new. His pockets empty so our dreams can fill. His hands become rough while ours remain soft. Such love cannot be compared. It cannot be counted, priced, or postponed. It is as eternal as the sky — silent but all-encompassing. --- 🏠 From Cradle to Grave: They Gave Us Everything The truth is simple and painful: the very people who gave us everything, we give them the least. They carried us when we were weak. They taught us to walk, to speak, to eat. They encouraged our smallest achievements and bore our greatest failures. They forgave our rebellion, our rudeness, our rejection. They kept loving even when we didn’t love back. And what did they ask for in return? Nothing — except a little time. A little respect. A little remembrance. And yet, many of us fail even in that. --- 📅 One Day is Not Enough — It’s Almost Insulting Designating one day for parents is, in many ways, an insult wrapped in sentimentality. It suggests that gratitude can be scheduled, that love can be timed, that sacrifice can be acknowledged only when it's convenient. Do parents love only once a year? Do they support us only on Sundays? Do they pray for us only during exam season? No. Their love is relentless, their loyalty unconditional, their prayers eternal. Then how dare we give them just a day? --- 🕯️ Real-Life Reflections: Forgotten Candles of Our Lives Visit an old age home and you will see forgotten candles flickering dimly, waiting for someone to relight their flames. Mothers who once carried their children now carry loneliness. Fathers who once stood tall now sit silently by windows, hoping someone might knock on the door. "I gave him everything," says one mother, staring into her fading memories. "And now he sends money, but not himself." What do we owe them? Not riches. Not luxury. We owe them presence. We owe them honor. We owe them time. And if we fail to pay that debt in life, we will spend the rest of our lives repaying it in guilt. --- 🌙 The Islamic Perspective: A Duty, Not a Favor In Islam, honoring one's parents is not optional. It is second only to worshipping Allah. The Qur’an places “being good to parents” immediately after “worship none but Allah” (Surah Al-Isra, 17:23). > “And lower to them the wing of humility out of mercy and say: ‘My Lord, have mercy upon them as they brought me up [when I was] small.’” — (Qur’an 17:24)
By Umair Ali Shah 8 months ago in Chapters
The Warmth of Other Suns" by Isabel Wilkerson: In-depth Review
This masterpiece isn't just a history book—it's a symphony of human experiences that will leave you breathless, angry, hopeful, and profoundly moved, sometimes all within the same chapter. The author has crafted something extraordinary here: a work that reads like a novel but carries the weight and authority of impeccable scholarship.
By Soibifaa8 months ago in Chapters
Violet Eyes
Chapter 2. "Here you are, kid," Detective Hopps said in his gruff voice, holding out a crinkled sticky note with a handwritten address:
By Lucious8 months ago in Chapters
The Neon Predator: A Futuristic Serial Killer Thriller Unraveled
Chapter 1: The City That Never Sleeps The year was 2075, and Neonspire, a sprawling metropolis on the Pacific Rim, shimmered like a galaxy of glass and light. Towering skyscrapers pulsed with holographic billboards, drones zipped through the air delivering packages, and neural implants let citizens live half their lives in augmented reality. But beneath the city’s glittering facade, a darkness festered—one that thrived on the anonymity of a world where everyone was connected, yet no one truly saw each other.
By Muhammad Ahmar 8 months ago in Chapters
A Killer in the Cloud: Unmasking the Deadly Data Breach Virus
Chapter 1: The First Whisper of Death The rain tapped a restless rhythm against the windows of Marcus Reed’s Portland office on the morning of May 26, 2025. At 38, Marcus was a cybersecurity analyst with a reputation for spotting the unseeable—patterns in the digital chaos that others missed. His desk was a fortress of monitors, coffee stains, and scribbled notes, the air thick with the hum of servers. At 10:47 a.m., a notification broke his focus: an alert from HorizonTech, a cloud giant he’d been auditing since a data breach two weeks prior. The message was curt—employee Sarah Kline, 34, found dead at home. Cause: cardiac arrest. No history of heart issues.
By Muhammad Ahmar 9 months ago in Chapters
"Two Thousand Gone: The Night the Students Disappeared". Content Warning.
In the heart of South Asia, Bangladesh has long been a country of resilience. Born through a war for language, dignity, and independence, it has endured decades of political unrest, natural calamities, and economic hurdles. But never in its modern history had the nation witnessed a tragedy as devastating and heartbreaking as the July Revolution—a tragic confrontation between the country’s youth and the state machinery that would end in the blood of over two thousand students staining the streets.
By Farhan Rafid9 months ago in Chapters
Murder in the Chatroom: A Killer Among Friends
Chapter 1: The Last Message The WhatsApp group chat, Class of ’15, had been a digital time capsule for seven high school friends. For a decade, they shared memes, life updates, and gossip, their bond unbroken despite college, careers, and distance. On May 20, 2025, at 11:43 p.m., the chat lit up with a message from Sophie Tran: “I know what you did. You can’t hide it forever.” A minute later, another: “Meet me at the old pier, midnight. Or I tell everyone.”
By Muhammad Ahmar 9 months ago in Chapters