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“Iran VS United States, Tensions at the Breaking Point. Trump’s Next Move Could Reshape the Middle East”
1. Background: What’s Happening Now • Nationwide protests in Iran are ongoing due to a severe economic crisis, skyrocketing inflation, and public anger about conditions inside the country. • President Donald Trump has publicly threatened Iran, warning that if Tehran violently suppresses protesters or gets too aggressive, the U.S. could intervene. • Iran’s government has responded by warning of swift and comprehensive retaliation if the U.S. attacks. • Iran’s airspace and infrastructure remain tense, but some diplomatic communications have briefly reopened, signaling both sides are weighing options.
By USA daily update 9 months ago in Journal
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
Motherhood After Loss
If you’d asked me 10 years ago how many children I thought I’d have I would of told you zero. At that point in life I was almost convinced I couldn’t have children. It wouldn’t be long and I’d be proven wrong. February 2016 my now husband and I found out we were pregnant with our first daughter. Due to my medical history I was terrified. Pregnancy went well and baby girl was happy and healthy. We had a few road bumps with her gaining weight but we overcame that obstacle! My husband and I thought it would be several years before we had another child if we ever had another child and then in June of 2018 we were once again surprised! We were pregnant with a baby boy. January 21, 2019 we welcomed our son. He had the most beautiful blond curls! He was always so happy and such a sweet boy. If you’d asked my husband and I we would of said we were done having kids. We had a beautiful girl and boy. What more did we need.
By Kimberly Nightengale9 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
Digital Landlords: Algorithmic Control in Bangladesh Ride-Sharing
By Tuhin Sarwar । Published: 13 January । 2024 । DHAKA, BANGLADESH At 4:30 AM, when most of Dhaka still sleeps, Mohammad Rahman starts his daily negotiation with an algorithm. He opens three ride-hailing apps simultaneously – Uber, Pathao, and local newcomer Shohoz watching the digital maps light up. His motorcycle, purchased with a high-interest loan, waits as he does. The algorithm will decide his day's fate.
By Tuhin Sarwar10 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
