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!"

The Mirror That Remembers
The Mirror That Remembers Every truth has two sides—only one looks back. The mirror arrived on a rainy Thursday. Wrapped in oilcloth and twine, it leaned against the porch of Eleanor Wren's inherited Victorian house like an uninvited guest. There was no note, no return address—just a scrawled name on a small tag: "To Eleanor. It’s time."
By Masih Ullahabout a year ago in Humans
Marriage Is Not Scary: A Beautiful Journey of Love and Growth
Marriage, a word that elicits a flood of emotions. For many young women, the prospect of marriage can be terrifying, fraught with doubt and fear. Society frequently portrays it as a loss of liberty, a burden of duties, or even the demise of personal ambitions. But what if marriage is a garden where love, trust, and progress thrive?
By Abbas Aliabout a year ago in Humans
The Weight of Empty Chairs
I used to think friendship was about how much you could give. I believed that loyalty was its own reward, that showing up for people would mean they’d do the same for you when it mattered most. But I was wrong. Life has a cruel way of revealing who’s really on your side—not when things are going well, but when everything falls apart.
By Abdul hasib Habibiabout a year ago in Humans
just marry me.💔. Content Warning.
There was this girl who used to sell bangles. Somehow… she fell in love with me. And man, her love was something else. Like, every place she went, she’d always bring something special for me. Like a gift. Just for me.
By Usamaabout a year ago in Humans
How Changing My Environment Changed My Identity
We often talk about growth like it’s something that happens in therapy, in books, or in conversations with ourselves. But sometimes, it happens when you pack your things, leave behind everything you thought you were, and land in a place where no one knows your name.
By Irfan Aliabout a year ago in Humans
The Spiritual Practice of Getting Lost
We live in a world obsessed with direction. With goals, timelines, five-year plans, and clearly marked paths. We’re taught from an early age to know where we’re going. To have answers. To be decisive, strategic, and on track.
By Irfan Aliabout a year ago in Humans
Becoming a Safe Space for Myself
For most of my life, I searched for safety in other people. In relationships, I wanted reassurance. In friendships, I needed approval.
By Irfan Aliabout a year ago in Humans
Leaving Isn’t Always Escaping
For a long time, I believed that leaving meant quitting. That walking away equated to failure. That staying—no matter how painful or misaligned—was the more noble, more courageous act. I thought that to endure was to be strong, and to leave was to give up.
By Irfan Aliabout a year ago in Humans
The Day a Stranger Saved Me Without Saying a Word
Story: I was sitting alone in a café. Not because I loved coffee. Not because I had time to kill. I was there because it was the only place where my silence didn’t feel like a crime.
By Muhammad Aqibabout a year ago in Humans
😊 The Smile That Didn’t Mean Happy. AI-Generated.
🪞 The Girl Everyone Admired Sarah was always the favorite. She had perfect handwriting, a warm laugh, and the kind of face that looked like it belonged on a sunshine commercial. She brought cupcakes to work on birthdays, remembered everyone’s tea preferences, and volunteered to stay late when others needed to go.
By DR. Allama iqbalabout a year ago in Humans
I Am Not a Phase, I Am a Rebirth
For years, I was told I was “just going through a phase.” When I shifted my beliefs, changed my lifestyle, cut my hair, set boundaries, walked away from certain people—I was met with eye rolls, concern, and the ever-dismissive, “You’ll come back around. This is just a phase.”
By Irfan Aliabout a year ago in Humans
Beyond the Fence. AI-Generated.
In the quiet lane of Jasmine Street, life moved slowly. Mornings were marked by the sound of roosters and the smell of fresh parathas. Children rode their bikes in lazy circles, dogs barked at squirrels, and old men read newspapers under the shade of neem trees. Among the many houses lined up side by side, two stood quietly next to each other—House No. 5 and House No. 6.
By Raza Ullahabout a year ago in Humans