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"Humor is what binds humans together and makes difficult times just a little less painful; Sometimes you can't help but laugh. "

Trump calls on House Republicans to vote to release Epstein files
In a dramatic turn that reignited one of America’s darkest and most controversial chapters, former President Donald Trump publicly called on House Republicans to vote in favor of releasing the long-sealed Jeffrey Epstein files. The demand—made through a late-night social media post and later repeated at a rally—sent shockwaves across Washington, stirring a storm of political debate, renewed public curiosity, and quiet anxiety among those whose names may appear in the documents.
By DigitalAddi3 months ago in Humans
The Bakery of Second Chances
In the heart of a busy city, a small bakery named “Golden Crust” stood quietly on a corner. Its owner, Hassan, had inherited the shop from his father, who taught him that baking was more than just making bread — it was a way to nurture, to connect, and sometimes, to heal.
By M.Farooq3 months ago in Humans
The Silent Garden
In the quiet town of Afsanaabad, there was a small public garden known as Nafees Park. Old wooden benches, a narrow walking path, and a fountain that barely worked — nothing special, yet the garden held a warmth that made people visit after long days.
By M.Farooq3 months ago in Humans
The Old Library
In the middle of a crowded, noisy city, there was a library that few people visited. Its walls were lined with books from floor to ceiling, many with cracked spines and yellowed pages. Dust lingered in the corners, and the smell of old paper mixed with the faint scent of lavender that the librarian, Mr. Naveed, always carried.
By M.Farooq3 months ago in Humans
The Corner Cafe
In the heart of a bustling city, where honking cars and hurried footsteps never seemed to stop, there was a small café at the corner of two streets called “Morning Light.” It was modest — a few wooden tables, a counter polished to a warm glow, and a window overlooking the crowded intersection. But for those who entered, it felt like a haven.
By M.Farooq3 months ago in Humans
At First Sight, By the Water’s Light
At First Sight, By the Water’s Light Along the shore where dawn was spilled, Where waves in silver hush were stilled,
By Dedan Derickson3 months ago in Humans
I Built an Accountability Group for 30 Days — And It Skyrocketed My Habits
It started with a single tweet on a restless November night in 2025. The clock read 1:14 a.m., and I was staring at my laptop screen, surrounded by the ghosts of unfinished Vocal drafts and crumpled habit trackers. My 30-day experiments—quitting my phone, rising at 5 a.m., ditching sugar, devouring books—had sparked something inside me, sure. But alone in my apartment, the wins felt fragile, like sparks without tinder. I'd read the headlines buzzing everywhere: self-improvement in 2025 wasn't a solo sprint anymore; it was a relay, fueled by accountability pods and online tribes where people locked arms against their excuses. Communities weren't just trendy—they were lifelines, turning "I should" into "We will."
By Aman Saxena3 months ago in Humans
The Lantern Keeper
The riverside town of Mehrabad was small and quiet, nestled between rolling hills and a winding river. Life there was simple: children played on dusty streets, fishermen repaired their nets by the water, and neighbors greeted each other with warm smiles. But after sunset, darkness enveloped the town. Electricity was unreliable, and the narrow streets were often shrouded in shadow.
By M.Farooq3 months ago in Humans
The Fisherman’s Promise
The village of Kamalpur sat on a narrow strip of land where the sea kissed the cliffs. Fishing boats, colorful and worn, bobbed gently in the harbor, and gulls cried overhead as waves lapped rhythmically against the shore. It was a quiet, timeless place — a world apart from the noise and chaos of the city.
By M.Farooq3 months ago in Humans
When Is the Best Time to Try Raw Tropical Fruits in Punta Cana. AI-Generated.
The first bite of fresh tropical fruit in Punta Cana feels like a vacation within your vacation. The sweetness hits, the juices run down your hand, and suddenly you know you are somewhere special.
By Amanda Glen3 months ago in Humans
The Lighthouse Keeper
At the edge of a small coastal town, where waves collided with jagged rocks and gulls cried into the wind, Imran lived alone in a lighthouse.
By M.Farooq3 months ago in Humans
Pop! Goes the We-Easel. Winner in Maps of the Self Challenge.
Welcome to your (Dis) Orientation I hope you are wearing something that wipes down. A pair of waders and a waterproof coat with a drawstring hood would not be too extreme. There is much to digest here. Simply cooking this stuff up, I have found myself dribbling.
By Caroline Jane3 months ago in Humans