breakups

When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.

The Scent of Tea: A Simple Girl’s Extraordinary Love Story
I was tired—tired of the city, the chaos, the constant race toward something that never felt real. The skyscrapers, the rush hour, the glowing screens, the curated conversations—after a while, it all lost meaning. I had spent years in that loop, chasing progress, chasing promotions, chasing approval.
By Ameer Gullabout a year ago in Humans
The Silence She Left Behind
Daniel was a man of few words and faithful routines. A high school literature teacher in a small coastal town, he lived a quiet, content life with his wife, Clara, and their daughter Lily, who was barely five. They didn’t have much—no beach house, no luxury vacations, no fancy cars. But in their little rented apartment near the old lighthouse, they had warmth, laughter, and bedtime stories.
By Ameer Gullabout a year ago in Humans
When Hearts Choose Death
John Stevens was a young man with a quiet strength. Raised in a small town filled with old traditions, he knew exactly what his family expected from him. His father, Mr. Stevens, was a stern but loving man who had worked hard to build the family’s reputation. He wanted John to follow in his footsteps—a stable job, a respectable marriage, and a life that upheld the family’s honor.
By Ameer Gullabout a year ago in Humans
Emotional Rest: What I Didn’t Know I Needed
There’s a kind of tiredness that sleep doesn’t fix. You wake up after a full night in bed and still feel heavy. You answer messages, go to work, show up for your people—and somehow, you’re still running on empty. Not because your body is tired, but because your heart is.
By Irfan Aliabout a year ago in Humans
Will You Kill Yourself Just 4 Weeks After Winning a Pulitzer Prize
Kevin Carter Kevin Carter: The Tragic Fall of a Pulitzer Prize-Winning Photojournalist In 1994, South African photojournalist Kevin Carter captured one of the most haunting images in the history of journalism: a famine-stricken child collapsed on the ground in Sudan, with a vulture waiting nearby. The photograph won him the Pulitzer Prize, the highest honor in journalism. But behind the applause and acclaim was a man deeply tormented by what he had seen, what he had done—or not done—and the moral cost of documenting human suffering. Just weeks after receiving the Pulitzer, Kevin Carter ended his own life. He was only 33 years old. Carter was a member of the “Bang-Bang Club,” a group of brave South African photographers who chronicled the brutal final years of apartheid. He was no stranger to violence or human misery. He had seen killings, riots, and despair. But nothing prepared him for what he encountered in Sudan in 1993. Sent to document the devastating famine, Carter wandered into a remote village in Ayod. There, he saw a child who had collapsed from hunger, too weak to move. A vulture landed nearby, silently waiting. Carter took the photograph—an image that would soon shake the world—and then reportedly chased the bird away.
By Khan Shahabout a year ago in Humans
The Inner Child I’m Still Learning to Love
There’s a version of me that still hides sometimes. She doesn’t show up in my emails or my work meetings. She’s not on my social media, and she doesn’t wear confidence like a second skin. She’s the quiet part of me that flinches at rejection, that still waits for permission, that shrinks when she feels too seen.
By Irfan Aliabout a year ago in Humans
Grief Doesn’t Follow a Calendar
I used to think grief had a timeline. That if I just gave it a year—twelve clean months marked by holidays, anniversaries, and seasons shifting—it would soften into something manageable. Something I could fold away, like a winter coat when spring arrives. I believed the people who told me, “Time heals everything,” and I waited for time to do its job.
By Irfan Aliabout a year ago in Humans
Living Intentionally in a Culture of Excess
We live in a world that constantly tells us we need more—more success, more followers, more stuff, more hustle, more everything.
By Irfan Aliabout a year ago in Humans
From Darkness to Light in Just One Week
🔸 Introduction: Sometimes life gets so heavy that you start feeling disconnected even from your own self. In those moments, even a tiny ray of hope can be enough. I had a time in my life when everything felt meaningless, and yet... just one week later, everything changed.
By Sarmad rehmanabout a year ago in Humans
Loving Someone Who Was Never Mine
There’s a quiet ache that comes from loving someone who was never really yours. Not officially. Not fully. Not in the way love stories are told, or relationships are defined.
By Irfan Aliabout a year ago in Humans
I Ended My "Perfect" Relationship Because of a Single, Quiet Realization.
From the outside, Liam and I were the couple everyone wanted to be. We were the "forever" couple, the ones who had met in college and seamlessly built a life together over six years. Our apartment was a gallery of our shared memories: photos from trips to the coast, ticket stubs from a dozen concerts, a ridiculous coffee mug we’d fought over in a thrift store. Our love was a comfortable, well-worn sweater—warm, familiar, and something I thought I would wear for the rest of my life.
By MUHAMMAD FARHANabout a year ago in Humans
The Call I Had Been Waiting For Two Years
It was a regular Thursday afternoon. I was sipping lukewarm coffee and aimlessly scrolling through my phone when I saw it—his name, lighting up my screen like a ghost I thought I had buried.
By Sarmad rehmanabout a year ago in Humans