Humanity
The Dream That Sank in a Gold Mine
Once upon a time, nestled between the rugged cliffs and whispering pines of the Northern Mountains, there lay a small village named Elmsworth. It was a quiet place, full of simple people and simpler dreams. Among them lived a young man named Thomas Hale, whose eyes sparkled not with contentment, but with hunger—for wealth, for fame, for something more.
By Tahir Mehmood2 years ago in Confessions
The Last Letter He Never Got to Read
I never thought silence could echo so loudly—until he was gone. The day after my grandfather’s funeral, the house felt different. It was still filled with the same furniture, the same photographs, the same faint scent of coffee and old books. But it wasn’t home anymore. It was a museum of memories. A space where everything stood still.
By Muhammad Hakimi2 years ago in Confessions
The Day I Helped a Lost Child—and What It Taught Me About Humanity
It’s funny how life sometimes throws moments at you that make you pause, reconsider your beliefs, and even change the way you view the world. It was one of those ordinary days that, in hindsight, I realize wasn’t so ordinary after all. Little did I know, a single encounter would leave an impression so profound on me that it would redefine my perspective on human connection.
By Muhammad Jawad2 years ago in Confessions
How a Stranger’s Compliment Pulled Me Out of a Dark Place
It’s easy to feel lost when the world around you seems to be caving in. Sometimes, the weight of life’s struggles can feel suffocating, and the simplest of things – like getting out of bed or facing the day – becomes a challenge. I had found myself in that dark place, a place where joy seemed like a distant memory and every step forward felt like trudging through thick mud.
By Muhammad Jawad2 years ago in Confessions
Discovering My Passion for Painting at 40
It’s funny how life often throws unexpected gifts when you least expect them. For me, the gift came at the age of 40, a milestone that is supposed to be a marker of adulthood, responsibility, and perhaps the beginning of a midlife crisis. But for me, it was something more profound—a journey of self-discovery and rediscovery.
By Muhammad Jawad2 years ago in Confessions
When Love Faded: How I Reclaimed My Identity After a Breakup
When people talk about heartbreak, they often describe it as an explosion—loud, sudden, and devastating. But for me, it was more like a slow unraveling. A quiet pulling apart that started long before the actual goodbye. I didn’t notice it at first. Or maybe I didn’t want to. But eventually, I looked in the mirror and saw someone I barely recognized—a woman who had slowly disappeared inside a relationship that no longer reflected her.
By Muhammad Jawad2 years ago in Confessions
The Illness That Changed My Perspective on Health and Happiness
Before I got sick, I thought I understood what it meant to live a healthy life. I exercised a few times a week, watched what I ate (more or less), and took pride in not missing a single workday in years. I measured health by physical energy and productivity. But that illusion shattered the day I was diagnosed with a chronic illness I never saw coming.
By Muhammad Jawad2 years ago in Confessions
How Losing My Job Helped Me Rebuild a Better Life
It’s strange how the worst moments in our lives can become the foundation for something better. At the time, it didn’t feel like a blessing in disguise—it felt like the world had collapsed beneath my feet. But looking back now, losing my job was the wake-up call I never knew I needed.
By Muhammad Jawad2 years ago in Confessions
I Lose My Phone, Don't Lose Yours
It was a regular Tuesday morning — the kind that doesn't hint at chaos. I grabbed my bag, locked the door, plugged in my earphones, and stepped out for my daily commute. The train station was crowded as usual, people lost in their own worlds, eyes glued to their phones. I was one of them. Scrolling, texting, checking emails — all in the span of a few minutes. I didn’t realize that those few minutes were enough to change my whole day… maybe more.
By USAMA KHAN2 years ago in Confessions
Adulting Is Hard
"It's time to get up," the Grown-Up says, her voice gentle in its urging. On the bedside table, the alarm she set last night beeps incessantly, confirming that morning has arrived. Outside the window, birds chirp their cheerful melodies to greet the day, while the pale light of dawn casts rainbows about the room through the dew-covered panes.
By Natalie Gray2 years ago in Confessions
Amazing grace
Being in my 40s has led to many revelations. Questioning early learnings and continuous pondering. The way forward does not look anything like the path that led here. Its quite sobering to now be understanding life from a completely different point of view. It seems like there can be good in vastly different scenarios, depending on how you look at it. Time and circumstances play a role and in some instances what you may have chosen a few years ago is now what you would intentionally avoid going forward. Time passes. Our appearances change. We gain clarity as we go along. Silence and loneliness have in time become "rest for the mind" and "space to breathe". I observe the way of life of the next generation, learning, absorbing, contemplating, comparing. The way we have lived life growing up and how we conducted ourselves in our early years comes to mind. While noting the nostalgic glimpses to the past, also in the next second recognising the stark contrast to how things are now. Do we have a say in the way forward. Should we correct the younger generations according to our reference or rather step back and allow life to flow and learnings to occur in their own time. Will those younger be open to our interpretation and guidance or scorn it? What would their elders and caregivers have to say to our corrections. Are we over stepping the mark? Perhaps they would do better than us. Its all unchartered waters and only time and individual perception, perhaps retrospective evaluation sometine in future would provide some clues. Wading through masses of unwanted content in social media, which to some is the new platform to share, to find true gems of wisdom, is sometimes exhausting. I guess old souls crave solid connection. Old school values that are timeless and sweet. A clarity in mind, body and soul and respite needed to go on. Its all beautiful, intimidating, fascinating, questionable, and so much more all at once. We are grateful for the lessons and the opportunity to learn again today. The aim is and has been to protect the innocent pure souls who bring delight and peace to our lives, the ones who give us a true glimpse of heaven, the elderly eyes and young laughs who give us a priceless gift of their presence which is etched in our souls.
By Mogini Nadasan2 years ago in Confessions
