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America, China, Russia's opinion on the India-Pakistan war US Position
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By Md. Rasel Ahmedabout a year ago in Journal
The Morning Star’s Ashes
They say Lucifer fell. But what they forget is how far. And what he left behind. Long before the world spoke of demons and brimstone, there was light—pure, radiant, almost unbearable in its beauty. It pulsed like breath in the heart of all that was. Lucifer, the Morning Star, was not a creature of shadows. He was illumination, will, and above all, question. The others praised. Lucifer asked. And that was his first crime. Why should light only obey one voice? Why must we bow if we are born bright? These questions were seeds. And seeds, when left alone, bloom into ruin. In a crumbling monastery lost to time, a scholar named Ishmael Varn discovered an obsidian-bound tome. It had no title. Just a single symbol etched into the black cover: a star, inverted and cracked. Its pages were skin-thin, lined in ink that shimmered like oil on water. But it was what the book didn’t say that drew Ishmael deeper. There were missing words—phrases scratched out violently, names erased. Yet in those gaps, something stirred. Not absence, but presence. It whispered behind the silence. Each night, Ishmael dreamed of an endless staircase curling into a crimson sky. Each step downward made the air thicker, until breathing became prayer. And at the bottom… light. But not the warm light of sun or fire. This light watched. The book named it The Gift of the Unfallen. Not a fall from grace—but a return. A revelation long buried beneath sanctified lies. Lucifer, it claimed, had not been cast down. He descended. Willingly. Not as punishment—but as sacrifice. He took into himself the weight of divine doubt, the unbearable pressure of asking the questions that should never be voiced. To carry that burden without breaking would require more than holiness. It required defiance. Lucifer became the cage around human fear. The eternal questioner in a world that demands obedience. The Morning Star was not destroyed—he was buried. Locked within the deepest echo of light itself, where no prayer dares look. Ishmael grew hollow. His skin paled, his eyes glossed. He began carving symbols on his walls, then on his arms. He spoke less. Listened more. He heard footsteps at night when none were there. He stopped dreaming altogether. One night, the book opened on its own. Its pages bled ink, pooling into a single word: "Come." He followed the voice to the ruins beneath the monastery. There, behind a sealed door of fused bone and gold, he found The Mirror Without Reflection. It was not made of glass. It was made of remembering—a surface that did not reflect your face, but the truth beneath it. He looked. He screamed. He smiled. The truth: Lucifer is not the enemy of God. He is the last guardian between man and madness. His fall was not rebellion—it was the first act of protection. He took the weight of forbidden truth so humanity would never have to bear it. But now… someone had looked. Someone had remembered. And that remembering was a key. As Ishmael emerged from the ruins, eyes burning with molten silver, the sky changed. Birds flew backward. The sun flickered like candlelight. And in every mirror across the world, people glimpsed not themselves—but a man with light pouring from his skin, mouth sealed by gold thorns. Lucifer had risen—not in vengeance, but in revelation. The world had misnamed him. He was never “The Devil.” He was the truth too dangerous to speak. Now, churches crumble not from fire—but from silence. Because their foundations were built on forgotten light. And light, once remembered, burns everything false. Epilogue: No one remembers Ishmael now. He walks among shadows, unnamed. His eyes still shine, too bright to meet. And on rare nights, when the sky splits in dreams, you may hear a voice not quite your own: “Ask.” Not because you’re ready. But because something is.
By L.Y-PragManX-Csabout a year ago in Journal
A FUN CONVERSATION WITH SARA YAHIA
Hi, I’m Sara Yahia. Let’s have a fun and light-hearted conversation in this article, where I answer some of the questions I’ve been receiving lately. Many of you are curious about the person behind the professional and personal layers.
By Sara Yahiaabout a year ago in Journal
Why I Quit My Job & Started an Online Fashion Store?
"Just like any other manager, mine was allergic to ambition." - Somebody Smart Once upon a deadline, in a land far, far too fluorescent-lit, I had a job. You know, one of those 9-to-5 hamster-wheel specials where you stare at spreadsheets so long, you begin to see your ancestors in the rows.
By Jibin Josephabout a year ago in Journal
Israel–Gaza Conflict Escalates
The conflict between Israel and Hamas in the Gaza Strip has intensified dramatically, following a declaration by Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu that his government plans to launch a large-scale military operation. The proposed campaign, which includes the relocation of civilians within Gaza “for their protection,” has raised alarm globally and sparked heated debate across diplomatic and humanitarian circles.
By Masood Zahidabout a year ago in Journal
Breaking Down the RBT Task List: What You Really Need to Know
So, you're eyeing the RBT (Registered Behaviour Technician) role or preparing for the RBT exam, and that task list is looking like a mountain to climb. I get it. But, here's the thing – breaking it down into manageable chunks makes it much easier to tackle.
By Techieciousabout a year ago in Journal
The Hell Behind Construction Sites.
The Hell Behind Construction Sites: The Hidden Reality of Building Giants Introduction When you gaze at a towering skyscraper, you see beauty—steel, glass, and elegance. But hidden behind that polished exterior is a story of struggle, exhaustion, and relentless labor. This is the untold story of construction sites—the invisible battlefield that powers the modern world. It’s time we expose the raw truth behind the structures that shape our cities.
By Sayed Zewayed2 years ago in Journal
India Pakistan News: LOC heated up, Indus Treaty suspended and war looms
India Pakistan News: LOC heated up, Indus Treaty suspended and war looms Tensions between India and Pakistan continue to escalate, with the Line of Control (LoC) in Kashmir witnessing a third consecutive night of clashes. The tension has spilled over into political, diplomatic and water-related issues. The situation has become more dire after 26 people were killed in an attack on tourists in Pahalgam, Kashmir. India-Pakistan relations are currently facing a new crisis.
By Md. Rasel Ahmed2 years ago in Journal
What's in Your Locker
Going back to junior high (middle school) and then on to high school ad what did you pack your lockers with day to day. To be honest the only things I actually put in my locker was my coat and books. If I close my eyes and try to remember when walking down the hallway and yes sometimes, I did peek into other's lockers.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Journal
Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever
Life is a fragile and fleeting gift, one that often gets taken for granted amidst the routines and distractions of daily living. The quote "Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever" serves as a profound reminder that living fully and embracing continuous learning are not separate pursuits but deeply intertwined aspects of a meaningful existence.
By Nora Ariana2 years ago in Journal
