Teenage years
Warmth in the Soup: The Academic Journeys and Dreams of Three Generations of Women
I remember when I was in my third year of high school, my homeroom teacher always looked at me with worry and said, "Others become thin as soon as they read the third year of high school. Why do you have a rounder face as you read more? Did you really put effort into reading ?" It was really unfair. I thought I read seriously. Every night when I returned home from self-study, there was always a bowl of soup simmering on the small coal stove waiting for me. Unable to resist my grandmother's supervision, I drank it and went to sleep. How could I not get fat?
By Elena Vance 2 years ago in Confessions
Embracing Self-Love: A Journey of Personal Growth and Rediscovery
Actually, I didn't miss you that much. Why did you appear in my sight again? Can you please stop caring about me? Can you please stop reminiscing about me? Looking back now, I was really foolish.
By Elena Vance 2 years ago in Confessions
Bound by Heart, Longing for Home
Just remembered and wrote a few words casually. This sentence has to be said since high school. In September 2000, I entered the only high school in the county, which was my first time leaving home, actually just over 20 miles away. To be honest, I didn't like staying there and wasn't used to it. I was used to being lazy at home and couldn't carry out my fishing life, which was very frustrating. I was trapped inside the wall all day long, and had to rely on flying eaves and walls to get out, or disguised as a day student to get by, and was often caught. So I looked forward to the monthly homecoming week all day long, looking forward to the stars and moon, and missing home. Actually, when you say you miss home, it doesn't mean that a man can't live without his family. I just really wanted to see every blade of grass and tree in the house, see what changes there were. Every time I got home, I didn't stay at home, but went out to wander around, in the fields, forests, and rivers, and see where to catch fish. I didn't go home all day. At that time, there was a half-day off every Sunday afternoon in school, and my colleagues who lived in the dormitory usually went shopping It left a deep impression on me. After class ended at 12 o'clock, I quickly ran to the station and took the 12:15 bus. I got off at around 12:45 and entered my house around 1:05. As time passed, the ticket seller recognized me. I even saw her once during International Workers' Day in Tangshan this year and greeted her. She even referred to herself as my aunt.
By Elena Vance 2 years ago in Confessions
A City Turned Apart
The sound of gunfire is deafening in the centre of my city, a place that was once alive with laughter and vitality. Every day, the ceaseless barrage of gunfire snuffs out lives and crushes hopes, leaving the streets a bleak symphony of violence.
By Nono Fabrice 2 years ago in Confessions
Embracing Life As It Is
Since I was young, I've always been envious of others' ability to be openly themselves. When I observed how wonderful they were at communicating with others, my insecurity would always press on me, hoping that soon I would be able to do the same.
By James E. Anduyan2 years ago in Confessions
In my teenage years
In the heart of a bustling city, amidst the chaos of daily life, lived a teenage girl named Lily. With her auburn hair and piercing blue eyes, she navigated the corridors of high school, trying to find her place in the world. But behind her confident facade lay a tumultuous sea of emotions, a battleground of struggles that threatened to engulf her.
By Deborah Albert2 years ago in Confessions
How do you restart?
I used to play this old video game when I was younger. One of my classmates back in high school had recommended it to me, and I easily became fascinated with the concept of playing a game where you go on an adventure with your pet companion as you battle your way to victory. It’s easy to say that I got addicted so fast that I would even stay up till midnight playing, trying to be careful not to be seen and get scolded by my parents.
By Gail Kathleen Pilapil2 years ago in Confessions
Growing Up with My Twin
Being a maze-like journey of life, we often find ourselves faced with tests of spirit, relationships and one’s perception of the world around us. One such time came at a friend’s birthday party in which I witnessed the bond between my sister whom I would refer to as “4 minutes early” in this piece, because she always teased me about her being older than me, even though we’re twins, now it’s not my fault the doctor accidentally hit ‘fast forward’ on her birth certificate!
By Kageno Hoshino2 years ago in Confessions
I Rode My Brother Like A Buffalo But I Don't Care
I remember it like it was yesterday. Ten-year-old me in the shopping centre with my mother and my brother. He was older and fatter than I was which made my idea, at this time, even better. Mother was perusing a local merchants shop and had left us unattended. I was leaning over the balcony of the top level of the shopping centre not far from her, looking down upon the people on the ground floor constantly dilly dallying about like ants whose line had been disrupted by a falling leaf. Once I had become bored of the state of capitalism I turned away from the balcony, and I saw him. There he was: my older, fatter brother; standing in the dead centre of a walkway. Looking around like a wild buffalo on the American frontier who had lost his heard but not so much bothered by it at all. Truly a site to behold. This is what the first settlers in America must have felt like upon seeing this symbolic living entity for the first time.
By Karlitos Thomas2 years ago in Confessions
Jinns
There are numerous references to jinn in the Qur'an and Hadith (sayings of Prophet Mohammed). According to Islamic writings, jinn live alongside other creatures but form a world other than that of mankind. Though they see us they cannot be seen. Characteristics they share with human beings are intellect and freedom to choose between right and wrong and between good and bad,3 but their origin is different from that of man: 'And indeed, we created man from dried clay of altered mud and the Jinn we created aforetime from the smokeless flame of fire'.8 Jinn tempt and seduce mankind to stray from Allah (God); Satan (shaytan, devil) is thought to be from their realm.
By Marian Cavazos 2 years ago in Confessions
Diary of a Woman
I can't quite pinpoint a time in my life when I felt completely at ease with myself, cozy in my own skin, if you will. From the get-go, it seemed like society, with a heavy hand, served up this image of perfection—think model-thin, sky-high, sun-kissed blonde, with a sprinkle of extrovert on top—as the gold standard of attractiveness. But here's the kicker: even if you fit snugly into this glossy mold, the world still treats you differently, and why? Simply because you're a woman.
By Max2 years ago in Confessions
