humor

"Humor is what binds humans together and makes difficult times just a little less painful; Sometimes you can't help but laugh. "

SILENCE
They didn’t notice when he started waking up at 4AM. They didn’t notice when he said “no” to distractions, walked away from old friends, and stopped posting his every move.
By Timeless Truthsabout a year ago in Humans
Diversity and Inclusion
1) Well, first of all, I'd say "Hello!" to all of you, guys! Let us now In a village neither near nor far, suspended between epochs and ideologies, stood a colossal mirror in the heart of the city square. It was not of glass but of consciousness—a mirror that reflected not faces, but identities. And this village, quaint in form yet profound in intellect, was known as Variegata: a place where no two eyes beheld the world the same way, and no two minds dreamed the same dream.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Humans
Can Humans Generate Water?
✦ Introduction: The Tear We Forgot Water is more than H₂O. It’s a living poem, an ancient whisper, a divine signature on the parchment of Earth. It runs through rivers, veins, and dreams. But what if we lost it all? Could humans—masters of machines, marvels of modernity—generate what the heavens once gifted for free?
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Humans
Fable of Waterless Earth
In a future not so far, nor too near, Earth stood still. It did not spin, not metaphorically, not spiritually, not even emotionally. It gasped beneath the weight of its own drought. The rivers had forgotten how to flow, the seas had lost their blue to a ghostly gray, and clouds, once white ballerinas of the sky, now hovered as burnt ashes, scattering soot, not showers.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Humans
A Speech from the Future
Good evening, Earthlings… Oh, pardon me, that term is nearly extinct now. Waterlings, perhaps? No? Hydrophobes? Hmm… Forgive my sarcasm.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Humans
The Beauty of Humans
1) There was once a man who sat beneath the banyan tree, where the roots coiled like ancient fingers into the soil and the leaves murmured truths in the language of the wind. He was neither old nor young, neither black nor white nor in between. He was simply a man—human. And he was thinking. About beauty.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Humans
Be Your Own Hero
That night was strange. The city streets were quiet, and his steps felt heavier than ever. Not because he was tired — but because he was done. Done with trying, done with failing, and most of all, done with pretending to be okay. It was the third job he’d lost in six months. “You just don’t have the spark,” the manager had said with a polite smile that felt like a slap. “You’re not like the others. You’re… forgettable.” He didn’t argue. He never did. He just nodded and left, quietly, like he always did. That’s what the world had always told him in different ways: "You’re not enough." Not smart enough. Not strong enough. Not fast, sharp, funny, bold, exciting, confident... enough. And somewhere along the way, he started believing it. He walked home that night, past glowing billboards and laughing people, wondering how it all got here — how he got here. There was a time he had dreams. Big ones. The kind of dreams that kept you awake at night in the best way. He wanted to build something. To be someone. To leave something behind that mattered. But now? Now he could barely leave his room without feeling like a shadow. When he reached home, his apartment felt colder than usual. Or maybe it was just him. He sat down on the floor, back against the wall, staring at nothing. His phone buzzed — a notification from a motivational page he’d followed long ago, back when he still had hope. "No one is coming to save you. Become your own hero." He stared at those words for a long time. It sounded like a cliché. One of those Instagram quotes that people repost but never live by. But for some reason, this time, something shifted. Not outside — inside. He whispered to himself, “What if I did? What if… I stopped waiting to be rescued?” That night, he didn’t sleep. He wrote. He planned. He made lists, scratched them out, rewrote them. He opened YouTube, searched “how to build confidence” — something he’d never admit out loud — and watched videos for hours. Then came journaling, old TED talks, podcasts, self-assessments, typing practice, basic courses… anything. It was chaos. But it was movement. He didn’t change overnight. This wasn’t a movie. He still felt like shit the next morning. But he got out of bed. And that was the first win.
By TrueVocalabout a year ago in Humans
The Mirror of Many Colors
In a forgotten corner of the earth, hidden behind mountains that kissed the heavens and valleys that held ancient whispers, there existed a village known only as Aloria. It was not found on any map, for Aloria was not made of land but of a spirit—an idea that floated beyond borders. The villagers were artists, but not of brush and canvas. They painted with their hearts.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Humans
The Bloomed Years: A Nature of Me
I was once a boy who didn’t know he loved nature—until it whispered to him in silence. I grew up in a small village where the morning came not with alarms, but with the chatter of sparrows and the hush of golden winds. Eighteen years passed in that Eden, and yet I did not count them. They moved through me like rivers: without resistance, without questions. I didn't know I was blooming. I only knew I was alive.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Humans
Digital Detox: Reclaiming My Brain in a Scrolling World
I didn’t realize how loud the world had become until I finally muted it. It started small—just a moment here and there. I would open my phone to check the time and find myself, twenty minutes later, deep in someone else's life on Instagram, eyes glazed, emotions scrambled. I’d close the app, feeling emptier than before, and wonder why I was so tired all the time.
By Irfan Aliabout a year ago in Humans
A Coffee Shop, Opportunity, and a Sense of Adventure
How adventurous are you? What about with trying new things? Are you quick to try something new whether it's a food, new drink or a new experience altogether or do you find comfort in the routine?
By Jasmine Aguilarabout a year ago in Humans
More Dangerous Than the Winged Bite
In the fever-thick jungles of dusk, she drones, Anopheles—needle-nosed, hunger-boned. She dances on air, a whisper of death, Syringe-laced with venom and stilled breath. Men curse her—the blood thief, the midnight wraith, That hums her hymns of parasitic faith.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Humans