Inspiration
The existence of a woman
When I see my mother and think of my sister I wonder what kind of creation my Lord is. Sometimes she is angry, sometimes she is pleased. Sometimes she is silent, sometimes she speaks. When I enter the house I have only one question: "Where is mother?" Why is that? Because she is the one who gives me food she is the one who will know whether I have eaten or not. I have tried to put this same thought into writing. My Lord created this world but first He prepared a map of it. In this map there were mountains, rivers and the sky... There was something in it but everything was silent. Then my Lord created a woman to fill it with color.
By SJ_Insightsabout a month ago in Writers
Whispers of the Child Within
There’s a peculiar quiet that descends when the world expects us to be “grown.” I find myself searching for it in the spaces between responsibilities, in the forgotten corners of my mind where the child I once was still lingers. The days when a treehouse was a castle, a stick could be a sword, and running barefoot across the grass meant freedom—not fear, not schedules, not expectations.
By LUNA EDITHabout a month ago in Writers
The Simpsons 2026 Predictions List Will Shock You
For more than three decades, The Simpsons has used satire to comment on politics, technology, and society. Over time, some of those exaggerated storylines have appeared to mirror real-world events, leading many viewers to revisit older episodes in search of patterns.
By Aboah Okyereabout a month ago in Writers
THRESHOLD
THRESHOLD, a simple word with many meanings. Some may think of it as simply a limit for things, with both its highs and its lows. Indeed it is true to an extent that it means those, but for others it could mean much more, for example, life or death. Every person has a certain threshold, be it high or low. However when those limits are reached and extended well beyond, the result becomes the same, just GOOD or BAD. Take for example, imagine if you are someone whom people know as a very tolerant person (someone who never 'crashes out' or loses it), and they just continue to poke and banter with you even if you are feeling down or tell them to stop...
By JUST A GUY2 months ago in Writers
The Woman Who Carried Grace.
There are people in life who seem ordinary at first glance, yet leave extraordinary marks on everyone they meet. She was one of those people. Not flashy, not loud, not constantly seeking attention—but her presence was felt, and her wisdom quietly guided those around her. She moved through life with a kind of calm strength that made others feel safe. She listened more than she spoke, and when she did speak, her words were measured, thoughtful, and always meant to uplift. People often underestimated her simplicity, but those who truly knew her understood that simplicity was her greatest power. She respected everyone, regardless of status or circumstance. The wealthy, the powerful, the humble, the struggling—she treated all with the same courtesy and patience. Her respect was not forced; it flowed naturally, a reflection of her inner integrity. And in a world where judgment came easily, she remained a steady reminder that everyone deserved dignity. But it wasn’t just her respect that drew people close—it was her support. She had a way of noticing what others needed even before they said it. When someone faltered, she offered encouragement rather than criticism. When someone celebrated, she celebrated genuinely, without envy. Her support was not transactional; it was selfless, a gift she gave freely, without expecting anything in return. Her wisdom was quiet but profound. She didn’t claim to know everything, but she knew enough to guide with grace. She knew when to speak, and when silence was more powerful. She understood that true strength often came from patience, humility, and the courage to do what was right, even when it wasn’t easy. Many passed through her life and never realized how rare she was. They saw her smile, her calm demeanor, and perhaps took it for granted. Yet those who truly noticed—the ones who felt her sincerity, her unwavering support, and her quiet wisdom—understood that she was a hidden jewel. A woman whose value wasn’t measured by wealth, appearance, or accolades, but by the depth of her character and the lives she touched simply by being herself. She didn’t need to shine loudly to be noticed. Her light was steady, enduring, and warm. And anyone fortunate enough to know her could never forget her. Because some people, rare as they are, leave footprints on your heart that no passage of time can erase. She was one of those people—a woman who reminded everyone that kindness, wisdom, and humility are treasures more precious than gold.
By Chris Liberty 2 months ago in Writers
I Tried AI for One Week — and My Burnout Finally Made Sense
I didn’t turn to AI out of excitement. I turned to it because I was worn down in a way rest couldn’t fix. Not physically exhausted — mentally crowded. My mind felt like it was constantly juggling unfinished thoughts, open tabs, and half-done plans. Even when I worked all day, nothing felt settled. Everything followed me into the evening.
By Areeba Umair2 months ago in Writers
When Silence Fell Over the Launchpad: What the Challenger Disaster Still Teaches Aerospace. AI-Generated.
The Morning Everything Looked Normal On the morning of January 28, 1986, nothing appeared extraordinary. The sky over Cape Canaveral was clear. The countdown proceeded. Cameras rolled. Voices sounded calm. Challenger’s mission had been framed as routine another step in a program that had already begun to feel familiar.
By Beckett Dowhan2 months ago in Writers
Love U First. Content Warning.
Before anyone tells you I love you. I love you that you are reading this and understanding that you have to love yourself first before anyone and I mean anyone that makes you love them and uses all your energy just to make them feel better. If only you love you and get what you get , then you will see what I mean,
By Erica Williams2 months ago in Writers
