School
The Day I Accidentally Became My School’s Therapist
It all began during recess, when I offered Haris a piece of gum. That’s it. That’s how my life changed. Haris took the gum like it was a sacred offering, sat next to me on the bench, sighed like a 40-year-old uncle, and said:
By Fahad Khan11 months ago in Confessions
The Dangerous Lover
(Dark Romance - Part 6) “Look Neel, I’m really grateful to you all. You took care of my Brishti like your own family when she was sick. But don’t forget one thing—Brishti is my wife. So, the farther you stay away from her, the better it’ll be for you. You have no idea how dangerous I can be when I’m not in a good mood.”
By Sabiha Sums11 months ago in Confessions
When Greatness Meets Clippers: Ronaldo Gets a Cut from Messi
There are rivalries in sport, and then there’s Messi vs. Ronaldo — a saga so iconic that it has defined generations, divided dinner tables, and sparked endless Twitter debates. But what if that legendary rivalry found itself not on the pitch... but in a barbershop?
By Sultan Khan11 months ago in Confessions
Trump’s Global Economic Battles: Trade Wars and Power Plays. AI-Generated.
Trump and the Economic War with the World In modern history, few U.S. presidents have shaken the foundations of global trade and diplomacy as forcefully as Donald J. Trump. Elected in 2016 on a wave of populist rhetoric and a promise to put “America First,” Trump redefined the rules of economic engagement not just with adversaries, but with long-standing allies as well. His presidency ushered in a new era of trade tensions, tariff battles, and a reshaping of global economic alliances. The economic war he waged was not with guns or bombs, but with policy tools such as tariffs, sanctions, and trade renegotiations.
By Faiq Ahmad11 months ago in Confessions
“Dreams just need courage
Summary She was born in a forgotten corner of India, raised in poverty, told that her place was the kitchen, and marriage was her only destiny. But instead of giving up, she picked up a pen and started writing her way out. This is not a story of comfort. This is a story of courage. A rural Indian girl’s voice, reaching across oceans, to be heard by those who still believe in hope.
By Riya mandal11 months ago in Confessions
CHILDHOOD . Content Warning.
Once upon a time, in a small village surrounded by tall trees and colorful flowers, there lived a young boy named Leo. Leo was full of curiosity, always eager to explore the world around him. He loved the sound of birds singing in the morning, the feel of soft grass under his bare feet, and the warmth of the sun on his face. He lived in a cozy little cottage with his family, and though they didn't have much, their home was always filled with laughter and love.
By proffessor hafeez11 months ago in Confessions
The Sound of Her Silence
The first time I saw Ayesha, she did not say a word. It was a rainy afternoon. I had escaped to a half-occupied bookstore between two rusted shopfronts on a quiet street in Dhaka. I wasn't looking for anything particular—just peace. The doorbell rang softly as I entered, and there she was.
By Bari Mir Rahamatul11 months ago in Confessions
The Unspoken Words
There are moments in life when life turns around, and yet you don't realize it until later. That was one of them. It started when I first saw her at the park. The weather was mild, the kind of day that enticed you to sit in the sun and watch the world go by. I had been going to that park daily for a month, trying to find peace, trying to escape the insanity that had consumed my life. I wasn't looking for anything or anyone, then she appeared.
By Bari Mir Rahamatul11 months ago in Confessions
The Art of Living Lightly: A Symphony of Small Things
I. Grand Theatre of the Everyday Life My dear reader, the Grand Theatre of the Everyday Life is not a dreadful affair to be suffered through, nor a burdensome ledger of duties to be tallied and settled. It is a theatre — no, a carnival — splendid and tragic, absurd and luminous, unfolding in your living room, at bus stops, in the slicing of apples and the tying of shoelaces. We are all actors, unwitting but dazzling, wearing bathrobes instead of cloaks, reciting soliloquies to our pets, and dreaming revolution between morning coffee and emails. What folly to think only philosophers wear long beards and live in ivory towers! Philosophy is not reserved for musty books and ponderous monks. It is found in the boiled egg, in a late train, in the laughter shared with a stranger. To live well is to philosophize well, not with the tongue, but with the soul.
By Reshal Manzoor 11 months ago in Confessions
Aren't Women More Than Just Wives in Punjabi Stories?
When Punjab is remembered, either pictures of gigantic, hulking men willing to fight for their motherland or the popular love stories come to our imagination. Punjabi literature can submerge both extremes of love and war it most delicately. While the literature of the wars is resistance against invaders or powers, love is also highly militant.
By Hridya Sharma11 months ago in Confessions
