friendship
C.S Lewis got it right: friendship is born when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one!"
A Father’s Unseen Struggle
In a small dusty village far from the busy cities and bright lights lived a poor man named Ahmed. He was a laborer, a man whose hands told the story of a life filled with hardship. His skin was rough, his clothes worn and faded, but his heart was full of hope and love. Ahmed’s entire world revolved around one person his only daughter Amina.
By khalid khanabout a year ago in Humans
Brave Lady
It was the seventh day of Ramazan when our world quietly began to fall apart, though none of us knew it yet. That morning, a message arrived from Saudi Arabia. Our father had died in a tragic accident. He was thousands of miles away, and only one person in our family was told immediately our mother.
By khalid khanabout a year ago in Humans
I Talk to Strangers Online and Make Them Feel Better - And That’s a Good Thing!
Hi there! 👋 My name is Diana, and I do something very special. I talk to people online and help them feel better when they’re sad, lonely, or even when they just need someone to listen. It’s called companion chatting, and it’s like having a cozy little voice in your pocket.
By Diana Crooksabout a year ago in Humans
The Desert Deception
1. A Lone Rider in the Sands Once upon a time, a tribal chief was riding alone through a vast desert on his horse. The wind blew hot, and the golden dunes stretched endlessly in all directions. As he journeyed under the blazing sun, he noticed a man buried in the sand, only partially visible—his limbs sunken, his face pale.
By Ahmad shahabout a year ago in Humans
Sunset Promises
Title: "Sunset Promises" Subtitle: Four Friends. One Summer. A Promise That Changed Everything. It was the beginning of July in the coastal town of Seabrook, where the golden beaches sparkled under the sun and secrets floated with the sea breeze. Ava and Mira, best friends since second grade, had made a vow: no matter what happened, they’d spend one final summer together before college started.
By Malik BILALabout a year ago in Humans
Ink That Never Fades: The Tattoo I Got for My Brother
Some losses never heal. They just become part of who you are—etched into your soul like ink in skin. That’s what losing my brother felt like. One moment, we were laughing about something stupid only we would understand, and the next… he was gone. Sudden. Brutal. Final. Grief is strange. It doesn't follow rules. It sneaks into the corners of your life, ambushes you in the middle of a song, a scent, a dream. I kept searching for something—anything—that would make me feel close to him again. But no photo, no voicemail, no memory could fill the space he left behind. That’s when the idea of the tattoo came to me. I’d never gotten one before. Not because I was scared of needles, but because I never felt a reason powerful enough to make something permanent. I always said, "If I ever get one, it has to mean something real." And losing my brother was as real as it got. We weren’t just siblings. We were best friends, rivals, secret-keepers, and partners in crime. He was my protector when I was scared, my challenger when I got too comfortable, and my mirror when I lost sight of who I was. He always said we were "same soul, different bodies." He wasn’t wrong. I remember the day I walked into the tattoo shop. My hands were shaking. I clutched a folded piece of paper with a design I’d sketched weeks earlier: a feather morphing into birds, with his initials hidden in the lines. It was symbolic. The feather was for freedom—he used to say he wanted to be free of this “messed-up world” one day. The birds were for his spirit, taking flight. And the initials… those were for me. A quiet reminder of who he was, and who I still am because of him. The artist didn’t ask many questions, just nodded and said, “This one means something.” I nodded back, unable to speak. The buzzing needle began, and with every prick, I felt like I was reclaiming something. The pain wasn’t just physical. It was emotional, cathartic. It felt like grief was finally getting a voice. I won’t pretend the tattoo healed me. It didn’t. Nothing can bring him back. But it did something important—it gave my grief a shape. A place. A story. Now, when people ask about it, I get to say his name. I get to tell them about the brother who made me laugh until I couldn’t breathe, who taught me how to throw a punch, who once stayed up all night talking me out of doing something stupid. I wear his memory on my skin, and in a way, that keeps him alive. Some days, I catch myself tracing the lines absentmindedly. On bad days, it’s a grounding anchor. On good days, it’s a silent fist bump to the sky. I imagine him looking down, smirking, saying, “Nice ink, nerd.” He always had a way of teasing that still felt like love. It’s been over a year now. Birthdays and holidays hit differently. Music sounds different. Even silence feels heavier. But the tattoo reminds me that love doesn’t end—it transforms. And sometimes, it transforms into ink. Into art. Into the stories we carry. I never got to say goodbye. Not properly. But maybe this tattoo is my version of that. Not a goodbye, really—more like a “see you when I see you.” People say time heals all wounds. I disagree. Time teaches you how to carry them. My tattoo is how I carry him. And it’ll never fade. Thank you for reading this 🥰.
By Azmat Roman ✨about a year ago in Humans
Taurus Woman and Aquarius Man Compatibility Score. AI-Generated.
The relationship between a Taurus woman and an Aquarius man can be a fascinating exploration of opposites. She is grounded, sensual, and values stability. He is airy, intellectual, and often unpredictable. While this pair may struggle with understanding each other's core motivations, with effort and mutual respect, their differences can lead to growth and expansion.
By Inspire and Funabout a year ago in Humans
