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Cuffing Season and the Red Flags You Shouldn’t Ignore When Dating Men
Introduction: What Is Cuffing Season? The air gets colder, the leaves start to fall, and suddenly, even the most commitment-averse men start downloading dating apps again. Welcome to cuffing season — that peculiar time of year, usually autumn through winter, when people rush to “cuff” themselves to a partner for warmth, companionship, and someone to watch six-hour true crime documentaries with.
By No One’s Daughterabout a year ago in Humans
New Skill Unlocked: Running Without Headphones
New Skill Unlocked: Running Without Headphones Being okay being in my own head When I started marathon training (disguised as a ‘running journey’), I was not mentally equipped for the amount of time I was about to spend in my head. I needed the perfect playlist to be able to complete the run (a trait I’d likely carried over from being unable to live without background noise). Without the maximum amount of adrenaline derived from songs with the highest BPM, I couldn’t keep going. I would stop and walk until I queued another song. I picked the fastest songs in any genre, ones that they might play in an anime fight scene. I came up with daydreams. Fight scenes. Performances. Races. Anything that could serve as a distraction.
By Samantha Smithabout a year ago in Humans
10 Smart Ways to Turn Alone Time Into Self-Care
Turning Solitude into Me-Time: 10 Smart Ways to Turn Alone Time Into Self-Care Solitude is usually unfairly stigmatized. Most individuals associate solitude to loneliness yet the reality is so different. Spending time alone can be a setting that is empowering in a bid to take care of your mental and emotional needs. It provides you with an opportunity to relax, restart and renew yourself. Solitude is one of the most satisfying ways of self-care when consciously done.
By Phoebe Smithabout a year ago in Humans
Is Love Just a Feeling, or Is It a Conscious Choice?
Many people say, "Just let relationships flow," but truly long-lasting relationships involve many subtle details from the very beginning. It's not about luck; it's about effort, communication, and whether both people are willing to discuss important topics clearly before they commit.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Humans
How One Glass of Water Changed My Entire Day
The Day Everything Felt Different Let me be honest: I used to be the kind of person who couldn’t start my morning without coffee. The smell, the taste, the comfort—it felt like the only thing that could wake me up and keep me moving.
By Dadullah Danishabout a year ago in Humans
The Science of Side Hustles: Why One Extra Skill Can Double Your Income.
We’ve all been there, siting at our desk, watching the clock crawl, thinking there has to be more than this paycheck. For years I felt the same. It wasn’t that my main job was bad; it just felt like I was running on a treadmill. Then I discovered something simple yet powerful: the science behind side hustles. Not the flashy “get rich quick” stories, but real, skill-based experiments that quietly grow into solid income streams.
By Kamran Khanabout a year ago in Humans
The Lost Hours That Could Have Changed My Destiny
I will be honest with you from the start: if I could go back and give my younger self one single lesson, it wouldn’t be “study harder” or “network more.” It would be this learn to own your hours.
By Muhammad Ayaan about a year ago in Humans
A Stolen Wallet, A Returned Check
A Stolen Wallet, A Returned Check BY: Ubaid “Please hurry up, Ammi! I’m already late,” Javed pleaded with folded hands, as his mother insisted he finish his tea before leaving. “At least sometimes, you should allow me a light breakfast.” His mother laughed at his antics. “Do you speak like this in your office too? I’m sure in front of your bosses, you only say ‘Yes, Sir. Of course, Sir’ and nothing else.” “Ammi, that’s the office. This is home. They are bosses, and you are my dear mother. There’s a huge difference,” Javed replied, kissing her hand before grabbing his lunchbox. He offered a quick goodbye and hurried out the door. It was Thursday morning. The streets bustled with the usual weekday chaos. Javed reached the bus stop just in time to catch an overcrowded bus. After pushing his way through the crowd, he managed to get inside. With no seat available, he clutched a metal pole and balanced himself. Moments later, the conductor appeared, demanding fare. Javed pulled out his wallet, paid for his ticket, and slid the wallet back into his pocket. When the bus finally stopped at his destination, Javed squeezed his way through the passengers and stepped down onto the pavement. Instinctively, he reached into his pocket—only to freeze. His wallet was gone. His face turned pale. A cunning thief had emptied his pocket. Javed’s mind raced back to the moment he pulled out his wallet for the conductor. He remembered a young man standing close by, staring intently at the wallet. That must have been the pickpocket. But now it was too late. Standing on the sidewalk, Javed counted his losses: about six hundred rupees, his national ID card, and—his heart sank—a check. A ten-thousand-rupee check. The check wasn’t for him. It was for Rani. Rani’s innocent face flashed before his eyes. --- A Noble Cause Javed wasn’t just any young man. He was known in his neighborhood for his kindness and compassion. Along with a few like-minded friends, he had established a small welfare organization. Their mission was simple yet powerful: to help struggling families stand on their own feet. Over the years, they had supported poor households, provided food supplies, and most importantly, helped young women from needy families with marriage expenses. Collecting donations from generous businessmen and kind-hearted citizens, they used the funds to buy household goods and furniture for brides. Rani’s family was among those in need. Her father was poor, barely managing to provide daily meals. When her marriage was arranged, Javed and his friends stepped in. They immediately began collecting donations for her dowry and essentials. Just the day before, Javed had received a large contribution from a wealthy businessman. But instead of handing him cash, the businessman had issued a check worth ten thousand rupees. That check was now gone, stolen along with Javed’s wallet. For the thief, it was nothing more than a useless piece of paper. But for Rani’s family, it meant everything. Without it, her marriage might fall apart. --- Ten Days of Anguish Days passed in frustration and helplessness. Javed placed an advertisement in the local newspaper, offering a reward if anyone found the check. But no one responded. As the wedding day approached—only five days away—the pressure mounted. The groom’s family continued to insist on their demand for furniture. Rani’s parents were overwhelmed, and Javed himself grew restless. Nights became sleepless, days filled with worry. One morning, as Javed sat in his office lost in thought, the peon entered carrying a letter addressed to him. Javed tore the envelope open—and gasped. Inside was the very same check he had lost! Along with it lay a small folded note. With a pounding heart, Javed unfolded the paper and read: --- The Letter from a Thief *Respected Javed Anwar Sahib, Assalam-o-Alaikum, I am your culprit. I was the one who stole your wallet. Yes, I made a mistake, but I was desperate. I needed money urgently. You see, my sister Rani’s wedding was fixed in a good family. But the demands from the groom’s side were beyond what we could manage. Out of helplessness, I committed this wrong. I beg for your forgiveness. As for the large check in your wallet—it was of no use to me, since it was crossed and payable only to you. That is why I am returning it. I hope you can forgive a brother who only acted out of love for his sister. A helpless brother.* --- A Lesson Learned Javed sat motionless, the letter trembling in his hands. His mind replayed every detail. He had secured that check precisely for Rani’s wedding. If only her brother had trusted God and shown patience, the same money would have been delivered to his family through honest means. Instead, he chose the wrong path, causing harm to himself and unnecessary distress to others. Javed sighed deeply. The irony was bitter. The thief’s desperation and impatience had blinded him to the truth—that help was already on the way. Yet, Javed couldn’t bring himself to feel anger. Instead, he felt pity. After all, wasn’t this what their organization stood for? To support those who thought they had no other way? Folding the check carefully, he whispered to himself: “Sometimes, the real theft is not of money—but of trust and hope.”
By Ubaid about a year ago in Humans
The Forgotten Purse That Taught Me Faith
A Forgotten Purse and a Lesson in Faith BY:Khan Life often teaches us lessons in the most unexpected ways. Some experiences leave such a deep impression that they remain etched in memory forever, not only as personal anecdotes but also as reminders of faith, trust, and divine protection. One such incident happened to me many years ago, during a wedding in our family. Though it took only a few hours to unfold, the memory of that day has lived with me ever since. It was the wedding of a close relative, and my mother and I were invited to attend the function at the Pearl Continental Hotel, one of the most prestigious hotels in our city. Such events were not a frequent part of our lives, so going there itself felt special. My mother, dressed modestly yet elegantly, seemed excited but slightly reserved, as she always was on social occasions. When we reached the hotel, the grand lights, beautifully decorated halls, and the hustle of the wedding festivities welcomed us warmly. Relatives and acquaintances filled the venue with laughter and conversation. Amidst the ceremony, one of our close family members approached us. He greeted my mother affectionately and handed her a large sum of money, saying gently, “This is an amanat (a trust). Please keep it with you. When I need it, I will take it back.” My mother, as trustworthy as she always was, carefully placed the money inside her purse. She held onto it with a sense of responsibility, as if guarding not only her own belongings but also the faith someone had placed in her. The evening passed in the usual way — with greetings, food, and the joy that weddings bring. Soon, it was time to leave. We walked down to the parking area, where cars, scooters, and motorbikes stood in neat rows under the dim yellow lights. As my mother prepared to step into the car, she paused. Adjusting her burqa before getting seated, she placed her purse for a moment on the seat of a nearby scooter. It was a simple action, one of those ordinary things we do without much thought. Once she had adjusted her clothing, she got into the car, completely forgetting that her purse — with all the money and valuables inside — was still resting on that scooter seat. I started the car, unaware of what had just happened, and we drove off. Halfway through our journey home, I decided to stop at a petrol station to refuel the car. As the attendant filled the tank, I casually asked my mother, “Can you please hand me some cash from your purse?” It was at that moment her face changed. A sudden realization struck her like lightning. She gasped and placed her hand on her forehead. “Oh no,” she said in a trembling voice, “I left my purse on the scooter when I was fixing my burqa. I forgot to pick it up before getting into the car.” My heart sank. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. The purse didn’t just have her money; it also carried the large sum entrusted to her by our relative. Losing it meant not only financial loss but also the betrayal of someone’s trust. I felt panic rise within me. “Mother, that purse had so much money! What if it’s gone? What will we tell him? How will we explain this?” She looked at me with calm eyes, though I could sense her worry beneath them. “Don’t worry,” she said softly but with conviction, “Allah is merciful. I have full faith that He will protect it. That purse will still be there.” Her unwavering belief in God surprised me. To me, it seemed almost impossible. The hotel parking lot was always busy. Many people must have come and gone in that half an hour. How could a purse, left openly on a scooter seat, remain untouched for so long? Still, without wasting another moment, I turned the car around and headed back toward the hotel. The entire drive back, I was restless. My mind played out all sorts of scenarios — someone might have already picked up the purse, the money could be gone, or perhaps the purse itself would no longer be there. Yet my mother remained calm, repeating quietly under her breath: “Allah is the Protector. He will not let it be lost.” Finally, we reached the hotel. My heart pounded as I parked the car and hurried back to the spot where we had left. And there it was — the purse, sitting exactly where my mother had left it, resting untouched on the scooter seat, as if no one had even noticed it. With trembling hands, my mother picked it up and immediately opened it. Every single rupee was still inside. Nothing was missing. The trust of our relative was safe, and so was her own money. We stood there, overwhelmed with relief and gratitude. That moment felt like more than luck. It was, in truth, an example of God’s mercy and protection. In a crowded parking lot, where countless people must have passed by, not a single one laid eyes on that purse. My mother’s faith had not wavered, and her trust in God was answered in the most beautiful way. Years have passed since that day, but the memory is as fresh as ever. Whenever I think of it, I am reminded of how fragile our sense of control truly is, and how often we are powerless in situations we cannot manage ourselves. Yet, faith gives us strength. My mother’s calm conviction that God would protect what was entrusted to her was something I had never fully understood until that night. For me, the incident was more than just the recovery of a purse. It was a powerful lesson in trust, faith, and divine mercy. Life often surprises us, but sometimes, those surprises become stories of hope that we carry forever.
By Khan about a year ago in Humans
You Don’t Have It Figured Out by 25? You’re Not Supposed To
At some point in your twenties, maybe after another birthday passes with little fanfare, you look around and wonder: Am I behind? Social media says you should have a high-paying career, an enviable apartment, a long-term partner, and maybe even a side hustle that doubles as a passion project. Yet here you are—still figuring out what you actually want for dinner, let alone for life. If that sounds familiar, you’re not failing. You’re living in the age of illusions.
By Gageabout a year ago in Humans
Naushad Parpia Explains Strategies for Personal Branding While Running a Business
Entrepreneurs today build personal brands alongside their companies to increase influence and trust. Naushad Parpia highlights that personal branding strengthens business presence and inspires stakeholder confidence. A strong personal identity attracts investors, partners, and talented employees to entrepreneurial ventures. Brand building helps entrepreneurs communicate vision, mission, and business values clearly to everyone. When leaders shape personal brands, they build authority and differentiate themselves in competitive markets. This article explores actionable steps entrepreneurs can take to grow personal and business brands.
By Naushad Parpiaabout a year ago in Humans
Finance Complaint List Launches AI Platform to Fight Online Trading and Crypto Frauds
Billions are lost each year to trading scams and crypto fraud, yet most victims never see justice. Finance Complaint List is addressing this with an AI-powered hub that flags suspicious platforms, connects victims with recovery experts, and provides a lifeline in today’s hostile digital marketplace. The system analyzes thousands of reports to detect patterns across fake brokers, crypto scams, and forex fraud, giving consumers and regulators the opportunity to stop fraud before it spreads.
By Kiran Buttabout a year ago in Humans