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Workplace witticisms, job jokes and career quips; who says work can't be a laughing matter?
The Woman Behind the Name
I used to think being known was a gift. Then I watched a woman walk into a room and become invisible the moment her husband’s name was called. One minute, she was herself—sharp-eyed, quick-witted, full of stories. The next, she was “the wife of,” a footnote in someone else’s narrative. Her degrees, her work, her dreams—all folded neatly into parentheses.
By KAMRAN AHMAD9 months ago in Journal
Rewind to the Nineties: My Top 10 Movies That Still Feel Brand New
There’s a certain magic to the 1990s. It wasn't just about grunge, dial-up internet, or neon windbreakers; it was a decade that produced some truly unforgettable cinema. Movies from the '90s hit differently. They had a distinct flavor, a blend of pre-CGI reliance on practical effects, raw storytelling, and the birth of a new kind of blockbuster that still feels accessible and human, even today.
By George Evan10 months ago in Journal
américa - atl. san luis
I found it in my father’s wallet after he passed. Tucked behind his ID, worn soft at the edges, was a ticket stub from a match twenty years ago. The ink had faded, the date blurred, but I remembered the day: rain falling sideways, the stadium half-empty, our team losing badly. We’d left before the final whistle, soaked and silent.
By KAMRAN AHMAD10 months ago in Journal
albacete - real madrid
I didn’t go for the game. I went for my nephew. He’s twelve, wears a faded jersey two sizes too big, and talks about football like it’s scripture. “It’s not about winning, Tío,” he’d said, eyes bright. “It’s about who shows up when no one’s watching.”
By KAMRAN AHMAD10 months ago in Journal
The Hour the World Went Quiet
It began with a flicker. Not of light, but of absence. The hum of my devices—the soft chime of messages, the buzz of updates, the endless scroll of curated lives—simply stopped. At first, I thought it was a glitch. I tapped screens. Checked cords. Restarted everything twice. But the silence held.
By KAMRAN AHMAD10 months ago in Journal
The Gate We All Walk Through
I didn’t realize I’d disappeared until I saw my reflection and didn’t recognize myself. It wasn’t sudden. It was slow—a word silenced here, an opinion softened there, a laugh forced to match the room. I traded pieces of myself for acceptance, like coins dropped into a vending machine that never gave back what I paid for.
By KAMRAN AHMAD10 months ago in Journal
The Keeper of Secrets
I didn’t go in for a book. I went in to escape the rain. It was a gray Tuesday in March, the kind of day that presses down on your chest like a wet blanket. I’d just received news I wasn’t ready for—a job lost, a relationship frayed, the quiet unraveling of plans I’d spent years building. I walked without direction, shoulders hunched, until I saw it: a narrow storefront with a flickering “Open” sign and a window full of leaning paperbacks.
By KAMRAN AHMAD10 months ago in Journal
The Last Game of the Season
I didn’t go for the win. I went because it was the last game. The gym was packed—folding chairs lined the walls, parents stood in the back, and the buzz of nervous energy hung thick in the air. Two rival high schools, decades of history, one championship on the line. But I wasn’t there for the trophy. I was there for my nephew, who’d spent all season riding the bench.
By KAMRAN AHMAD10 months ago in Journal
The Man Who Fixed the Clock
I didn’t notice the clock was broken until it stopped. It sat on the corner shelf of my grandparents’ living room for as long as I could remember—brass, ornate, with Roman numerals and a soft, steady tick that marked the rhythm of every visit. My grandfather wound it every Sunday without fail, even in his nineties, even when his hands shook.
By KAMRAN AHMAD10 months ago in Journal
The Boy Who Carried the Ball Home
I didn’t go to the game for the score. I went because my nephew asked me to. He’s twelve, wears his hair in a messy bun, and talks about basketball like it’s a secret language only he and the ball understand. “It’s not about winning,” he’d said, eyes bright. “It’s about who shows up when it matters.”
By KAMRAN AHMAD10 months ago in Journal
How People Get Rich Without a Normal Job
The Meme Coin Millionaire You're 16. It's late — the kind of late where you know you'll regret it tomorrow during the first period. You're already in bed, lights off, phone glowing in the dark, when the notification comes through.
By Arsalan Haroon10 months ago in Journal
LinkedIn and Bangladesh’s Digital Workforce Transformation: Youth, Startups, and Future Skills
By Tuhin Sarwar | Dhaka। 02। December । 2025 । From her modest home in Sylhet, 24-year-old Rafia Hussain flips open a second-hand laptop, logs into the LinkedIn app and reviews an inbox of messages from clients in London, Singapore and Dubai. She adjusts a brand mock-up for a global startup, schedules a call with a US design director and uploads a revised style guide all before breakfast is done.
By Tuhin Sarwar10 months ago in Journal
