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"From surviving to thriving: My journey"
For years, I didn’t realize I was just surviving. I thought what I was doing—waking up exhausted, pushing through the day on autopilot, smiling when expected—was normal. I believed that everyone felt like this: numb, disconnected, and quietly overwhelmed. I didn’t know there was another way to live, because surviving was all I had ever known.
By Kaleem Ullah9 months ago in Humans
Breaking Free from Perfectionism: Embracing the Imperfections of Being Human
Breaking Free from Perfectionism: Embracing the Imperfections of Being Human Introduction From the earliest days of childhood, many of us are taught to strive for perfection. We get high marks, awards, and praise for our flawless appearance. In a world that celebrates idealism and perfection, anything less can feel like failure. But this pursuit of flawlessness often comes at a cost: anxiety, self-doubt, exhaustion, and a disconnect from our authentic selves.
By Afia Sikder9 months ago in Humans
"Justice Across Borders: Global Fight Against Rape"
Punishment for Rape in Different Countries Rape is one of the most serious crimes in any society, involving the violation of an individual's bodily autonomy and dignity. Legal systems around the world treat the crime with varying degrees of severity, depending on the country’s culture, legal framework, and enforcement mechanisms. This essay explores how rape is punished in various parts of the world, while also highlighting some key legal reforms and challenges.
By Dr Sazidul 9 months ago in Humans
The Subtle Art of White Lies: When Truth Takes a Gentle Pause
In the intricate tapestry of human interactions, honesty is often hailed as the best policy. Yet, nestled within our daily conversations are the subtle threads of white lies—those seemingly innocuous falsehoods told to spare feelings, avoid conflict, or maintain social harmony. While they may appear harmless, white lies occupy a complex space in our moral and ethical landscape, prompting us to question their true impact on our relationships and society at large.
By Ahmed Rayhan9 months ago in Humans
Ten Years. One Promise. A Love Worth Waiting For.
Ten Years. One Promise. A Love Worth Waiting For. The autumn gust sent red leaves swirling through Millbrook Station as Claire Hastings stepped down from the evening train, clutching a well-worn sketchbook to her chest. She stood undecided beneath the ancient iron clock—7:02 p.m., the same moment that she left ten years ago—and drew the cold air over the quiver of hope in her body.
By Md. Rifat Hossain9 months ago in Humans
The Hidden Stories in Your Coffee Cup: A Small-Town Adventure Awaits.
Have you ever wondered what stories your coffee cup might tell? Last Saturday, I stumbled into a small-town café that felt like a living canvas of human connection, a place where the air thrummed with the pulse of local culture. The town was a burst of color—buildings painted in shades of coral pink, mustard yellow, and soft lavender lined the cobblestone street, their awnings flapping like butterfly wings in the late spring breeze. The scent of roasted coffee beans mingled with the sweet perfume of blooming peonies, their vibrant petals spilling over clay pots along the sidewalk. It was 04:48 PM IST on May 17, 2025, and the golden-hour sunlight bathed everything in a warm, honeyed glow, as if the town itself were blushing under the sun’s affectionate gaze.
By Noah Smith9 months ago in Humans
The Girl Who Waited by the Sea
In the quiet seaside town of Meerport, people often whispered about the girl who waited by the sea. Every evening, just before sunset, she would walk barefoot across the sand, her long dark hair swept up by the wind, her eyes locked on the horizon. She never spoke. Never waved. She simply stood there—watching, waiting.
By Muhammad Hamza Safi9 months ago in Humans
The Last Letter I Never Sent
ey say time heals everything, but Amara wasn’t so sure. Ten years had passed since she last saw Rayan—since that afternoon under the jacaranda trees, when everything smelled like flowers and endings. She was twenty-two, and he had just been accepted into a music program in Paris.
By Muhammad Hamza Safi9 months ago in Humans
The Bookshop Between Us
In the middle of a narrow street lined with crooked houses and ivy-covered walls, there sat a small bookshop with no signboard. Locals simply called it “The Corner.” No one remembered when it opened. It had always been there, with its faded green door, brass bell, and windows full of old maps and forgotten stories.
By Muhammad Hamza Safi9 months ago in Humans
