Humanity

Do You Trust Me?
Some lessons don’t come through sermons or scriptures. Sometimes they come quietly, when you least expect them, through something as simple as a phone screen and a voice that asks one question you can’t ignore. This is the true story of how God spoke to Joey one night while he played poker on his phone, preparing him for a storm he didn’t see coming.
By Joey Raines5 months ago in Confessions
Facing the Devil
I should really hate this time of year. All my worst memories fixate in a kaleidoscope pattern of chaos during this time. I can stitch together every time my life fell apart with the quilt of a month that ends in ber. Yet, I always looked forward to the end of summer. Regardless of the chaos happening around me, Autumn always felt like coming home. I embraced the shadows of my undoing, and I celebrated my downfalls in ghoulish style.
By The Protagonist Priestess5 months ago in Confessions
The Confession Hidden in My Father’s Wallet
When my father died, I couldn’t throw away his things. For months after the funeral, his jacket still hung by the door, his shoes lined neatly under the bench, as if he might walk in any moment.
By Malaika Piolet5 months ago in Confessions
The Night My Husband’s Phone Rang in His Sleep
It was past midnight when my husband’s phone started ringing. The sound sliced through the silence like a blade. He was fast asleep beside me, his arm resting on my waist, breathing soft and steady.
By Malaika Piolet5 months ago in Confessions
Too Emotional?
The past few weeks have been an emotional whirlwind. Everybody always tells me to prepare myself for the unexpected, but I never saw this one coming.
By Carol Ann Townend5 months ago in Confessions
“When Allah Closed the Door”
“When Allah Closed the Door” The night was louder than my heartbeat. Rain smashed against the hospital window as if the sky itself was crying with me. My father was in the ICU, fighting for his life. Machines beeped, nurses rushed, and I sat in a corner of the waiting room, clutching my prayer beads and whispering one broken dua over and over — “Ya Allah, please… please save him.”
By waseem khan5 months ago in Confessions
The Phone Call That Changed How I Saw My Husband Forever
It was nearly midnight when my phone rang. I almost didn’t pick up. My husband had fallen asleep beside me, and the house was wrapped in the kind of silence that makes every sound feel louder than it should.
By Malaika Piolet5 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 優秀
Streaming hasn't happened in a while and it is on my Todo list. I could do it technically now but I am feeling like any art stuff, paradoxically, has to wait until school starts. I need to do the power point presentation most of all.
By Kayla McIntosh5 months ago in Confessions
Fed up: living through the pain of needing to walk away
Today is not the best day for me. I got news about my health that left me feeling drained and defeated. I sat there in silence, tears sliding down my face, trying to remind myself to be grateful—that even in the middle of this heaviness, I still have another day. Another breath. Another chance.
By LaTonya Cruse 5 months ago in Confessions
The Angel on Valencia Road
I was driving somebody to the airport in a cab one day. The year was 2004. Back then, there were three cab companies that picked up passengers at the airport in Tucson. I drove for one of them, but I had also started my own small cab company on the side. The airport had strict rules, so my personal cab wasn’t allowed to line up with the main companies at the terminal. Because of that, I split my time. I drove for the company half the day, then used my own cab the other half, trying to build something for myself.
By Joey Raines5 months ago in Confessions
The Last Confession: I Burned the Box of Unsent Love Letters, And This is What Happened Next
For ten years, it sat in the back of my closet—a plain, battered cardboard box, stained at the corners from a forgotten spill. It wasn't full of letters I’d received, but letters I’d written, but never mailed. Love letters, apologies that choked in my throat, bursts of rage that evaporated into cold silence, and desperate pleas for attention. All directed at people who, thankfully or regrettably, never read them. It was, in essence, an archive of an alternate life I was always too terrified to step into.
By Hussein Gazo5 months ago in Confessions
The Prince by Niccolò Machiavelli – Full Summary & Analysis. AI-Generated.
📘 Introduction: Why The Prince Still Matters Written in 1513 and published posthumously in 1532, The Prince by Niccolò Machiavelli remains one of the most influential works in political theory. Often misunderstood as a manual for tyranny, the book is actually a pragmatic guide for rulers navigating the volatile politics of Renaissance Italy.
By TAPHA5 months ago in Confessions