Childhood
The Day My Supervisor Said the Shahada
The Day My Supervisor Said the Shahada” (An Unexpected Journey to Faith) I had worked under Mr. Thompson for almost three years. He was the kind of supervisor everyone respected — strict, punctual, and professional. But behind that calm demeanor, there was a cold distance. He never joined us for Friday prayers, even though he would always excuse us early.
By waseem khan4 months ago in Confessions
“The Umbrella That Changed Everything: A Stranger, a Storm, and a Lesson I’ll Never Forget”
The Umbrella That Changed Everything: A Stranger, a Storm, and a Lesson I’ll Never Forget” By : Sami ullah It was one of those gray Tuesdays that feels like a Monday in disguise. My alarm didn’t go off, my coffee tasted burnt, and my boss’s email subject line — “Can we talk?” — sat in my inbox like a ticking bomb.
By Sami ullah4 months ago in Confessions
The Yes Next Door. Content Warning.
We make it to the kitchen because water sounds wise and the bed was becoming a storm with no edges. The light over the sink is a warm coin; the counter is cool, slick under my palms. She hands me a glass and watches me drink like the act itself is foreplay. Maybe it is.
By Chahat Kaur4 months ago in Confessions
The Dark Spell
The Dark Spell By Sehar Rana Black magic, evil charms, and spiritual manipulation — things we often dismiss as superstition — have become a silent disease spreading through our society. People fall prey to so-called spiritual healers, destroying lives and families.
By Khan 4 months ago in Confessions
“When Allah Closed the Door”
“When Allah Closed the Door” The night was louder than my heartbeat. Rain smashed against the hospital window as if the sky itself was crying with me. My father was in the ICU, fighting for his life. Machines beeped, nurses rushed, and I sat in a corner of the waiting room, clutching my prayer beads and whispering one broken dua over and over — “Ya Allah, please… please save him.”
By waseem khan4 months ago in Confessions
The Last Confession: I Burned the Box of Unsent Love Letters, And This is What Happened Next
For ten years, it sat in the back of my closet—a plain, battered cardboard box, stained at the corners from a forgotten spill. It wasn't full of letters I’d received, but letters I’d written, but never mailed. Love letters, apologies that choked in my throat, bursts of rage that evaporated into cold silence, and desperate pleas for attention. All directed at people who, thankfully or regrettably, never read them. It was, in essence, an archive of an alternate life I was always too terrified to step into.
By Hussein Gazo4 months ago in Confessions
Snurfs demonic
The Song That Didn’t Save Me by Ceaser Greer Jr. I used to think life was supposed to sound like the Smurf “la la la” song. Simple. Catchy. Safe. A melody that looped through childhood like a cartoon rerun—always cheerful, always blue. The Smurfs didn’t worry about bills, heartbreak, or generational curses. They just sang. And I tried to do the same.
By Ceaser Greer Jr4 months ago in Confessions
The Cat and the Milk Pot
The Cat and the Milk Pot BY:Khan It was only a few months ago, yet the memory remains fresh in my mind — strange, mysterious, and unforgettable. My BA exams were just around the corner when, quite unexpectedly, I fell seriously ill. For days, I couldn’t even get out of bed. Weakness had taken over my body completely; every time I tried to stand, the world around me would spin, forcing me to lie back down again.
By Khan 4 months ago in Confessions
New York rapper who joined Trump campaign rally sentenced for attempted murder | AP
## What is the case about? This news concerns a New York City rapper known professionally as **Sheff G**, whose legal name is **Michael Williams**, and his sentencing for **attempted murder** and **conspiracy**. The rapper, who previously joined **Donald Trump** onstage during a campaign rally in 2024, admitted to using proceeds from his music to fund gang-related violence in Brooklyn. ([AP News][1])
By America today 4 months ago in Confessions
The Last Promise of a Mother on the Burning Train
The Last Trust of a Mother BY: Ubaid It was nearly two years ago when I, Professor Dr. F.H. Farooqi, was traveling by train from Karachi to Lahore with my son after attending a wedding ceremony. The train crossed Rohri station, and after having our meal, we both lay down on our berths to rest. The rhythmic motion of the train was soothing, but suddenly, a wave of panic spread through the coaches. People began shouting hysterically—“The train is on fire!”
By Ubaid 4 months ago in Confessions
The Hidden 20s: A Lesson Beyond Textbooks
The Test Beyond the Textbooks By Sadiq ur Rehman Shah, Sargodha When I stood first in my school examination, joy overwhelmed me like never before. My parents were delighted, showering me with praise, and even arranged a grand family dinner in my honor. Being the youngest and much-loved son, my achievements were always celebrated, but this time it was different. Despite the expensive tuition classes my parents had invested in, despite their countless sacrifices, I had rarely brought them the kind of success that filled them with pride. Yet this time, with a first position, it felt like I had finally justified their hope in me.
By Ubaid 4 months ago in Confessions
