Friendship
“Freebies: The Price of a Love That Cost Everything”
Abbas Shah was the most capable boy in his class intelligent, disciplined, and deeply kind. As gifted as he was, he was also moral, loving, and generous. He would spend freely on his friends and relatives. God had blessed him with both talent and wealth a successful business, a bungalow, and hundreds of acres of land. Yet, his heart was as generous as that of Hatim Tai and Sakhi Arsala Khan.
By shahkar jalalabout a year ago in Confessions
When Trust Turns Venom
There’s something sacred about loyalty. It’s one of those quiet values that makes human connection feel safe. Whether it comes from family, friends, or partners, loyalty has a warmth that can’t be bought or faked. It’s the invisible thread that holds relationships together — the reason we trust, relax, and believe.
By Atiqbuddyabout a year ago in Confessions
The Café That Waited for Her. AI-Generated.
Every morning at exactly 8:05, Adrian unlocked the doors of Café del Mare, a small seaside coffee shop in Lisbon that smelled like cinnamon and saltwater. He wasn’t the kind of man people remembered — quiet, polite, always writing in a notebook between customers.
By shakir hamidabout a year ago in Confessions
Secret Letter . Content Warning.
Humans are monsters. I remember my first scary movie being a Stephen King-esc one where a little girl is shot and carried into a plane while the monsters below eat the planet up whole. It had been several years since my brain surgery and in a much personal way, several months since my last Seer-ing experience I had with Lucifer.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Confessions
This is What Deaf/HOH looks like
"You don’t look deaf”. I always found that statement so fascinating - especially the disbelief on their face. What does a deaf person look like? It’s usually followed by some outlandish stereotype and the person feels ashamed for even saying this statement out loud in the first place. Nevertheless, it got me thinking: what does a deaf person actually look like? Scrolling through my timeline I see deaf talent and beauty everywhere. None of us look the same.
By M'chelle Nicoleabout a year ago in Confessions
12 Undeniable Signs Your Partner Truly Loves You
Love is a language, and not everyone speaks it the same way. Some whisper it in late-night conversations. Some show it through tiny gestures that often go unnoticed. Others shout it without saying a single word — through actions, care, and quiet consistency.
By SATPOWERabout a year ago in Confessions
When I see a pile of dirt, it reminds me of you. Top Story - October 2025.
So that title really doesn’t paint the best picture. Allow me to explain. I’m sure we all do it; we have something in life that might remind us of someone. You might smell a particular perfume, and it reminds you of a woman you once knew, or you hear a song that brings back memories of a road trip you did with two other mates. This is one of those scenarios, just probably less flattering for my friend.
By D-Donohoeabout a year ago in Confessions
After The Last Embrace
🌙 Golden Closure — After the Last Embrace This blog was born from silence. Not the kind that soothes, but the kind that aches. The kind that fills rooms with invisible weight. The kind that settles in your chest when grief has no name, when sorrow is not allowed to speak, when pain is asked to stay quiet. It was born from emptiness — from the hollow echo of loss, from the quiet desperation of needing to say something when there were no words. It was born from the need to make space for what hurt, to honor what was gone, to give voice to what had been silenced.
By luz entre lagrimasabout a year ago in Confessions
The Light in Her Window
Every evening at exactly 7 p.m., Hamza walked down the narrow lane that led to the small white house at the edge of the village. The villagers had grown used to the sight of him—an old man with a walking stick, holding a single red rose.
By Ghalib Khanabout a year ago in Confessions
When Hearts Speak Without Words
I met her on a rainy afternoon, the kind of rain that soaks you to the bone and makes the world feel both cold and alive at the same time. I was running late for work, clutching a coffee that had long gone cold, when I saw her standing under a broken umbrella, laughing at the sky as if the storm had arrived just to dance with her.
By Alpha Manabout a year ago in Confessions
