breakups
When it comes to breakups, pain is inevitable, but Humans thinks that suffering is optional.
Kyrsten Sinema
Kyrsten Sinema is an important American political leader. She worked for many years in the U.S. government and became known for being different from many others in politics. This article uses easy English and clear subtitles to help you understand who she is, where she came from, what she did, and what is happening now with her.
By Farhan Sayed18 days ago in Humans
Sophie Turner
Introduction Sophie Turner is a famous English actress. She is best known for her role as Sansa Stark in the popular TV series Game of Thrones. Sophie became famous at a young age and grew up in front of the camera. Over the years, she has worked hard to improve her acting skills and build a strong career in film and television. She is admired not only for her talent but also for her honesty about personal struggles and mental health.
By Farhan Sayed18 days ago in Humans
Overkill
Love, love, love. We love everything. We love our dogs, our cats, our homes. We love our cars, our new snowboard, this new book. Love. The word used to mean something. One did not use that word for mundane things. It was revered and used in beautify longing poetic verse. Some of the most prolific writers, wrote sonnets, lyrics, odes, to the emotion of love, once saved and cherished for a one and only. Now it’s used like the word like, but a little stronger.
By Alexandra Grant19 days ago in Humans
I Was a Single Mother With $12 Left — Then One Phone Call Changed Everything
I was counting coins on my kitchen table, trying to decide whether to buy milk or save the last $12 for rent. My son was asleep in the next room, unaware that eviction notices don’t care if you’re a single mother. That’s when my phone rang — and everything I believed about survival changed. Before that moment, my life felt like a constant emergency. I was twenty-nine, divorced, and raising a four-year-old on my own in a small apartment on the edge of town. The walls were thin, the heater barely worked, and the landlord had already taped a warning notice to my door twice. I worked two jobs — mornings at a diner and evenings cleaning offices — but no matter how hard I tried, the math never worked. Childcare ate half my income. Gas prices kept climbing. Every unexpected expense felt like a personal attack. That night, I skipped dinner so my son could eat. I told him I wasn’t hungry, even though my stomach burned. When he finally fell asleep clutching his toy truck, I sat alone at the table, staring at those coins, feeling like a failure. The phone buzzed again. I almost didn’t answer. Most calls were bill collectors or spam. But something told me to pick it up. “Hi, this is Amanda from the housing office,” the voice said. I froze. She explained that I had applied months earlier for a rental assistance program for single mothers — a form I barely remembered filling out during one of my lowest days. “I wanted to let you know,” she continued, “you’ve been approved.” Approved. The word didn’t feel real. I asked her to repeat it. She told me they would cover three months of rent and help me apply for a longer-term support plan. After I hung up, I sat there in silence. Then I cried. Not quiet tears — the kind that shake your chest when you’ve been holding everything in for too long. But that phone call didn’t magically fix my life. It gave me breathing room — and sometimes, breathing room is everything. With the pressure eased, I started thinking differently. I realized how much energy I had spent just surviving. I wanted more than that for my son. I wanted stability. Dignity. A future. I began waking up an hour earlier every day. Not to work — but to learn. I watched free videos online about budgeting, basic computer skills, and remote work. I borrowed books from the library because buying them wasn’t an option. Some nights I was exhausted beyond words. Other nights, fear whispered that none of this would matter. But every morning, my son’s smile reminded me why I couldn’t quit. A few months later, I landed a small remote customer support job. The pay wasn’t amazing, but it was steady — and it meant I could be home more. I could make dinner instead of reheating leftovers at midnight. I could help with bedtime instead of rushing out the door. Life didn’t suddenly become easy. There were still bills. Still stress. Still moments of doubt. But there was also hope — something I hadn’t felt in a long time. One evening, as I tucked my son into bed, he looked at me and said, “Mommy, you’re not sad anymore.” I didn’t realize how much my struggle had shown on my face until that moment. I’m still a single mother. I still worry. But I’ve learned that asking for help isn’t weakness. Filling out that application didn’t make me less capable — it made me brave. If you’re reading this while counting coins, skipping meals, or wondering how you’ll make it through another month, please know this: your story isn’t over. Sometimes, one phone call doesn’t change everything — but it can change enough to keep you going. If you’re a single parent struggling in silence, this story is for you.
By Umar Farooq19 days ago in Humans
She Left Me For A Rich Guy, Look How She Turned Out
I sat back and watched you this weekend. I saw the photos. I saw the smiles. I saw the man you chose over the empire we were building. And for the first time in three years, I didn’t feel a sting of jealousy. I felt a cold, hard sense of irony.
By Nanu Nnabuife21 days ago in Humans
