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Why Did the Demogorgon Take Will Byers?
In Stranger Things Season 1, one of the most dramatic and surprising moments is Will Byers' disappearance. This unexpected act not only triggers the narrative but also creates a mystery about the reason for the selection of the fearful Demogorgon to be the victim.
By Lightbringer about a month ago in Journal
Did Eleven Die in Stranger Things Season 5?
Stranger Things Season 5, the final chapter of Netflix’s iconic sci-fi series, concluded its story with a dramatic, emotionally charged finale that left fans debating one major question: Did Eleven die? The answer isn’t a simple “yes” or “no.” The show’s ending is intentionally ambiguous, and viewers are left to interpret Eleven’s fate for themselves
By Lightbringer about a month ago in Journal
Venezuela: Latest Events, Military Tensions, and Current Situation
Venezuela is currently experiencing one of the most critical periods in its recent history. From escalating political instability to economic pressure and reported military actions, the country is facing rapid and serious developments.
By Daily Motivationabout 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
Happy New Year to the World
Introduction As the clock winds down on 2025, a quiet miracle unfolds: nearly 8 billion people, across 195 countries, pause to honor the same moment. From Sydney’s harbor to New York’s Times Square, from Lagos streets to Reykjavik homes, the world unites—not in language or politics, but in hope.
By KAMRAN AHMADabout a month ago in Journal
