business wars
Iconic and sometimes notorious business wars between key thought leaders and competitors in multiple categories, genres, and topics. From Nintendo and Sega to Penthouse and Playboy.
China requests that the US "stop toppling" the Venezuelan government and free Maduro.
China has urged the US to free Venezuelan President Nicolas Maduro right away after Washington launched huge military attacks on Caracas, the country's capital, and other areas, kidnapping the leader.
By Francis Damiabout a month ago in Journal
The Third World War is no longer a mere hypothesis; its signs are now far more visible than ever before.
Dark clouds of war are currently hovering over the blue waters of the Caribbean Sea, where the world’s greatest powers are moving toward a confrontation that has forced the entire globe to hold its breath. The thunder of American naval fleets near the shores of Venezuela and fighter jets circling the skies have marked the beginning of a silent war whose outcome remains unknown.
By Hafeez Alamabout a month ago in Journal
Where did the war begin ?
To understand the roots of the conflict, one must look back more than a century, to the time when Venezuela’s vast natural resources—especially oil—became the focus of foreign interests. From 1920 to 1976, for nearly fifty years, Venezuela’s oil industry was almost entirely controlled by foreign corporations. Three multinational companies owned approximately 98 percent of the country’s oil reserves, two of which were American. During this period, Venezuela remained politically independent in name, but economically dependent in reality. Its most valuable resource was extracted, managed, and profited from largely by foreign powers, while the Venezuelan people saw limited benefits.
By Hafeez Alamabout a month ago in Journal
LinkedIn and Bangladesh’s Digital Workforce Transformation: Youth, Startups, and Future Skills
By Tuhin Sarwar | Dhaka। 02। December । 2025 । From her modest home in Sylhet, 24-year-old Rafia Hussain flips open a second-hand laptop, logs into the LinkedIn app and reviews an inbox of messages from clients in London, Singapore and Dubai. She adjusts a brand mock-up for a global startup, schedules a call with a US design director and uploads a revised style guide all before breakfast is done.
By Tuhin sarwarabout a month ago in Journal
Why We Watch the Fall
I’ve never worn gloves. But I’ve stood in my own ring. It was a rainy Tuesday in March. I sat across from a hiring panel, my résumé trembling in my hand, reciting answers I’d rehearsed for weeks. I’d been unemployed for eight months. My savings were gone. That job wasn’t just a paycheck—it was my lifeline. When they said, “We’ll be in touch,” I knew. The silence that followed wasn’t neutral. It was final.
By KAMRAN AHMADabout a month ago in Journal
The Boy Who Didn’t Look Away
I was seventeen the first time I saw someone truly lose—and not just lose, but lose in front of everyone. It was a school assembly. A poetry contest. My friend Mateo had spent weeks writing a piece about his mother’s hands—how they cracked from cleaning other people’s houses, how they still braided his little sister’s hair every morning before dawn. He stood at the mic, voice trembling at first, then rising like a song. For three minutes, the gym was silent. Then he finished. And no one clapped.
By KAMRAN AHMADabout a month ago in Journal
The Night Football Felt Like Church
I’d never been to Lambeau Field. I wasn’t a diehard fan. I didn’t own a jersey. I couldn’t name the starting quarterback. But when my brother called in late November—voice hoarse from crying—he didn’t ask for advice. He just said, “Come with me to the game. I can’t go alone.”
By KAMRAN AHMADabout a month ago in Journal
The Year I Watched the Light Fall
I didn’t plan to watch the countdown that year. 2025 had worn me thin—layoffs, loss, the kind of loneliness that makes even your own voice feel like a stranger. By December, I’d stopped believing in fresh starts. New Year’s Eve felt like a cruel joke: a world celebrating while I was just trying to survive the night.
By KAMRAN AHMADabout a month ago in Journal
The Night I Learned to Hope Again
I never believed in New Year’s Eve. For years, I called it a corporate fantasy—a glittery distraction sold to people who needed to believe time could be reset like a clock. I rolled my eyes at the countdowns, the fireworks, the forced resolutions. Hope, I thought, wasn’t something you found on a screen. It was something you earned in silence, alone.
By KAMRAN AHMADabout a month ago in Journal
New Year Countdown 2026
Introduction I’ve never been to Times Square on New Year’s Eve. I’ve never stood in the cold, shoulder-to-shoulder with strangers, breath visible in the winter air. But for as long as I can remember, I’ve been there in spirit—on my couch, wrapped in a blanket, eyes fixed on a glowing orb descending through the New York night.
By KAMRAN AHMADabout a month ago in Journal
The Evolution of AI Image Editing: A Visual Journey
Visual content has always played a central role in digital storytelling. From the earliest photo manipulation tools to today’s intelligent design platforms, image editing has evolved dramatically. Tasks that once required hours of manual effort and professional expertise can now be completed in a fraction of the time, thanks to artificial intelligence (AI).
By Abbasi Publisherabout a month ago in Journal
