Family
My Boy
As I sit here typing holding back my tears I can't help but feel how unfair, one sided, loveless emotions I feel for my son. I want my boy to be loved, and shown off from his family, but that's not the case. To me he feels like a secret, hidden, forbidden. He will never be favored because he isn't the first born grandchild. All I see is pictures, and posts of another, but never or very rarely him. My question is WHY?
By Merjaunie Lenaabout 3 hours ago in Confessions
maybe we get married one day, but who knows?
Sometimes I think about you the way I think about distant cities I’ve never been to. The way I think about Birmingham, or London, or Switzerland — places that exist somewhere far away in the world yet somehow live quietly inside my imagination. Places I’ve never walked through, never breathed the air of, never watched the sunset over. And still, they carry a strange pull inside me. A kind of longing that feels both foolish and inevitable, like a quiet ache you can’t quite explain.
By imtiazalamabout 10 hours ago in Confessions
The Silence Between Decisions
In a world filled with constant noise, notifications, and endless streams of information, silence has become a rare experience. Yet some of the most powerful moments in life do not happen during action, conversation, or celebration. They happen in the quiet spaces between decisions.
By Aiman Shahidabout 20 hours ago in Confessions
The Price of Freedom and the Path Back to Myself
They say diamonds are created under incredible, crushing pressure, buried deep within the earth where no light can reach them. But nobody tells you how much that pressure hurts while it lasts. Nobody warns you about the darkness, the suffocation, and the agonizingly slow passage of time before the transformation finally happens.
By Magma Stara day ago in Confessions
The Quiet Power of Starting Again
Life rarely moves in a straight line. Instead, it bends, breaks, pauses, and restarts in ways we often never expect. Plans change, dreams collapse, relationships end, careers shift, and sometimes the life we imagined for ourselves fades into something entirely different. In those moments, when the old path disappears, we are faced with a choice: stay stuck in what was, or gather the courage to begin again.
By Aiman Shahid2 days ago in Confessions
The Forgotten Wars That Changed the World
History is often told through the stories of famous wars. Names like the First World War, the Second World War, and the Napoleonic Wars dominate textbooks, documentaries, and public memory. Yet the truth is that many lesser-known conflicts quietly reshaped the world just as dramatically. These wars may not always appear in school lessons, but their consequences still influence modern borders, political systems, and global power structures.
By Aiman Shahid3 days ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 付け合わせ
I woke up too late for my appointment. I didn't set a timer but, I also didn't remember that it was at freaking 8 am. I made a video for Youtube explaining my 180 degree change of mood. I really think it was just that it was my mom's birthday sort of mentally dragging me down. Since it was my birthday time when I decided not to talk to her anymore. It has been a month then... It doesn't feel like it has been a month. Well a month and 10 days.
By Kayla McIntosh4 days ago in Confessions
The Life We Imagined vs The Life We Live
When we are young, life feels like an open road stretching endlessly ahead of us. Our dreams are vivid and limitless. We imagine the kind of person we will become, the career we will build, the places we will visit, and the people who will walk beside us. In those early years, the future seems clear and beautifully predictable. We believe that if we work hard and follow the right path, life will unfold exactly the way we imagined.
By Aiman Shahid4 days ago in Confessions
