Stream of Consciousness
The official in the other helicopter gave insights concerning raisi's helicopter crash . Content Warning.
Gholam Hossein Ismaili, the head of staff of the Iranian president, has focused on what occurred before the helicopter conveying Iranian President Ibrahim Raisi crashed. Ismaili was in one more helicopter close to the one conveying Raisi and Abdullahian upon the arrival of the episode.
By Anis Ahmed Siddeque2 years ago in Writers
WHAT HAPPENS TO US WHEN WE DIE
WHAT HAPPENS WHEN WE DIE Introduction: Have you ever wondered what happens after we take our last breath? The age-old question of what happens when we die has intrigued humanity for centuries, with various philosophies, religions, and scientific theories attempting to provide an answer. In this article, we will explore some of the different perspectives on what may
By SHIVANI KANMANIRAJA2 years ago in Writers
raisins death has caused mourning around the world . Content Warning.
The death of Iran's president and foreign minister has cast a shadow of mourning across Iran. Iran's Supreme Leader Ayatollah Ali Khamenei has assured the people not to worry. Middle East countries have expressed solidarity with Iran. India, Russia, Venezuela, and other countries expressed grief.
By Anis Ahmed Siddeque2 years ago in Writers
The Aesthetic Epidemic: Understanding the Roots of Lookism
We care about more than just ourselves - we care about our loved ones, our communities, and the world around us. We are affected by tragic events, especially when a child is murdered, regardless of where it happens. It deeply impacts us and makes us feel disheartened. Moral evils raise doubts about the goodness of the world and the value of existence, especially for those who believe in a benevolent deity. However, anyone can contemplate the purpose and value of the universe in light of such evils. We may not need to worry about the value of the Universe and instead focus on finding value in our own lives or the lives of our loved ones. The concept of value is subjective and can be created by us.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Writers
In The Cracks of Light
It is the sun speckling my forearm with radiant kisses as my hand guides through the ebs and flows of the wind, my hair leaving wisping traces across my cheeks as I head through nothingness disguised with cornfields and patches of woods that have turned green for a season. In those moments where melodic soliloquies transport me into another realm of poetic fantasy, that is where I can be truly beyond what my body so viciously remembers.
By Lorelai Faye2 years ago in Writers
