Bad habits
The Shoe-Throwing Incident
"A Dubya Dodge in Baghdad: Reflecting on the Shoe-Throwing Incident and its Lasting Impact" Introduction: In December 2008, during a press conference in Baghdad, Iraq, then-U.S. President George W. Bush found himself the target of an unexpected and globally televised act of protest. Iraqi journalist Muntadhar al-Zaidi hurled his shoes at Bush, shouting accusations related to the Iraq War. The incident, captured in countless photographs and video clips, became a viral sensation, sparking debate, outrage, and even admiration across the world. Years later, the "shoeing of Bush" remains a potent symbol of anti-war sentiment and a reminder of the complexities of the Iraq War and its aftermath.
By Million2 years ago in Confessions
The Dark Descent of Ethan Blake
Chapter 1: The Perfect Student Ethan Blake was the epitome of an ideal student. He was intelligent, charming, and athletic. Teachers adored him; classmates envied him. He excelled in academics, was the star player on the basketball team, and conducted himself with a grace that belied his age. But deep within the polished exterior lay a simmering pot of turmoil.
By MOHAMMED NAZIM HOSSAIN2 years ago in Confessions
Holi Through a Feminist Lens: Embracing Celebration Without Compromise
To add to the overall vivid hues, individuals are seen splattering tinted water balloons, squirting one another with flute-sized syringes (pichkaris) filled with coloured liquid, and spreading rainbow colours on one another as Holi morning breaks. The festival's essence and core content is bringing joy, color, and hope to everyone. As a result, the celebration is carnivalesque and colourful due to its mythological, spiritual, cultural, and social appropriation. However, the romantic portrayal of Holi is not the same as how many women feel it. The fact that some males disregard moral and social boundaries in their celebration of the event is upsetting.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Confessions
Love in Bloom
**Chapter 1: A Chance Encounter** The sun dipped below the skyline of New York City, casting a golden hue over the bustling streets. Emily Hayes, a passionate botanist, had just finished her work at the Central Park Conservatory Garden. Her green thumb was legendary; she could turn the most desolate flower bed into a vibrant oasis. However, despite her success in the botanical world, Emily often felt a profound emptiness in her heart. That evening, as she walked through the park, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing in her life.
By MOHAMMED NAZIM HOSSAIN2 years ago in Confessions
The Day We Went to a Spa
Little Girl… This is also a small incident that happened about twelve years ago… At that time, I was working in a branch around Kandy… The tourism industry was the main industry in the area… I was the loan officer at that branch then…. In those days, a new loan scheme was introduced by the bank for small and medium scale industries… I went to Colombo for basic training and was given a target of 100,000 rupees… I was so happy…
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Confessions
Whispers in the Dark "A Railway Station Love Story"
**Part 1: The Arrival** The city's central railway station was a hive of frenetic energy, a labyrinth where stories collided, enmeshed in the rhythmic clanging of steel and human voices. Among the travelers, a figure stood out—a young woman named Lyra, with fiery red hair cascading down her back and a glimmer of determination in her emerald eyes. She was an aspiring journalist, fearless and driven, with a penchant for the underground and a nose for stories hidden in the shadows.
By MOHAMMED NAZIM HOSSAIN2 years ago in Confessions
The Truth Behind the Mirror
A hidden secret that has shaped a life. Lily Walker had always been the quiet one in the group, a listener rather than a talker. She enjoyed the comfort of her own thoughts, the solace of being alone with her books and the music that echoed in her mind. But behind the calm exterior, there was a truth she had never shared with anyone. Her secret, a burden she carried for years, was something she could never speak aloud. No one knew the real reason she had moved to the small town of Bellwood. It wasn’t just a desire for change—it was because she had run away. She had fled from a past she couldn’t escape, from a lie that had consumed her. The confession to a stranger. One evening, as she sat in her favorite café, nursing a cup of tea and staring out the window, she met Emma—a woman she had noticed around town but never really spoke to. Emma was older, with a kind face and a warmth that made Lily feel comfortable in an instant. They started talking, small talk at first. But soon, the conversation turned deeper, as conversations with strangers often do when they don’t know the weight you carry. “You seem like you’re running from something,” Emma said, her voice gentle. Lily froze, her heart pounding. How did she know? Emma’s eyes were kind, not accusatory, but the question lingered in the air. After a long pause, Lily found herself speaking, confessing her fears. “I moved here to start over, to get away from everything,” she admitted, the words slipping out before she could stop them. Emma didn’t interrupt, didn’t ask for more details. She just nodded, understanding. The revelation. The next few weeks passed in a blur. Lily and Emma continued meeting at the café, talking more with each encounter. Emma never pushed her to reveal more, but the more they spoke, the more Lily felt the weight of her secret lifting. One afternoon, Emma asked Lily if she had ever truly forgiven herself. Lily paused. She hadn’t even considered that. She had spent years running, hiding from the truth, too afraid to face it. She had convinced herself that her actions were unforgivable, and because of that, she had shut herself off from the world. The breakthrough. That night, after their conversation, Lily sat in front of the mirror in her small apartment, her reflection staring back at her. For the first time, she didn’t look away. She saw the woman who had been through so much, who had struggled to survive, and who was finally ready to heal. With trembling hands, she picked up her phone and dialed the number she had avoided for so long. She needed to make things right—she needed to say the words she had kept inside for years. “Mom,” Lily began when the call was answered, “I’m so sorry. I’ve made so many mistakes, and I’ve been running from you… from myself.” As the words spilled out, Lily felt a release—a sense of freedom she had never known. For the first time in years, she wasn’t hiding from her past. She was embracing it, acknowledging her wrongs, and asking for forgiveness. Healing begins with confession. The call didn’t fix everything. There were still many conversations to be had, many wounds to heal. But for Lily, it was the beginning of a new chapter. She had confessed her deepest secret, and in doing so, she had found peace. As she ended the call, she looked at herself in the mirror again. This time, she smiled. She wasn’t perfect, but she was whole. In the end, Lily realized that confession wasn’t just about admitting guilt. It was about releasing the burden of carrying a lie. It was about accepting herself, flaws and all.
By SHAKIB2 years ago in Confessions
How I Survived Social Anxiety
Let me take you back to a moment I’ll never forget. I was at a work event, standing in a circle of coworkers, nodding along to a conversation I wasn’t even following. Someone asked me a question, and my brain buffered! I stammered something incoherent, felt my face turn the color of a fire hydrant, and promptly made an excuse to leave.
By Zamiee2 years ago in Confessions
The Role of a Mother
The Love That Ruptured the Blood Vessels - The Role of a Mother Love is a complex and multifaceted emotion that holds the power to shape our lives in ways we can't always explain. Of all the varieties of love that we experience in life, the relationship between mother and child is among the closest and strongest, This is more than just being in love.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Confessions
Shattered Love
Part One: The Beginning In the small, picturesque town of Maplewood, where the leaves painted the streets bright hues of orange and gold each autumn, a love story was about to unfold. Samantha James, a bright-eyed art student with dreams as vivid as the canvases she painted, had always believed in the power of love. Little did she know that her heart would soon dance with the shadows of a darkness she couldn't fathom.
By MOHAMMED NAZIM HOSSAIN2 years ago in Confessions
To anyone who feels like a failure, this one's for you
I have known the depths of pain, regret, desolation and the atrocious feeling of not being enough. You sink deeper into the abyss of self-doubt and plague yourself that life has no meaning left to sustain your being, There is tiredness in your soul and your eyes have lost their spark.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Confessions
