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The Day I Died. Content Warning.
I had a long life ahead of me. I had 2 kids and a loving wife. I perfect, sincere job. I was on a run to become the headsman in my institution. Everything looks clean and clear. But there's something we always forget. The ending.
By Kelly Munala Brookes8 months ago in Confessions
The surprising trend of converting to Islam around the world: Why people are choosing Islam despite Islamophobia.
The surprising trend of converting to Islam around the world: Why people are choosing Islam despite Islamophobia. He walked into the mosque wearing jeans, a flannel shirt, and carrying a book in his hand — The Qur’an.
By waseem khan8 months ago in Confessions
The Ones Who Never Learned to Numb
I’ve always admired people who can shut things off. The ones who can bury their emotions like they were never there. The ones who don't cry in public. The ones who can read the news and not flinch. The ones who can walk past a homeless man and not carry his story in their chest for the rest of the day.
By Prince Esien9 months ago in Confessions
In University:Behind Closed Doors
Behind Closed Doors It began like any normal semester. Students at a well-known University in Pakistan began attending their lectures as usual. Among them were students in the Computer Software Department, a place where students dream of launching tech careers, building apps, and writing code. But for many female students, the nightmare began not in a lab—but in an English class.
By Sofia Elira Solenne9 months ago in Confessions
When I Said Allahu Akbar, Everything Changed
I used to be someone who lived only for the world. The sound of the azan never moved me. The name of Allah never slowed me down. I thought prayer was something for old men, for the weak-hearted, for people who had nothing better to do.
By waseem khan9 months ago in Confessions
The Day He Never Came Home
It was a Tuesday morning in early March. Cold, grey, uneventful. My father, like every day, left home at 6:30 AM sharp. He worked as a delivery truck driver for a logistics company. Always on time. Always dependable. He had the same routine every morning — kiss mom on the forehead, grab his thermos, pat me on the back, and walk out the door with his signature “Let’s get this over with.”
By Muhammad Usama9 months ago in Confessions
She Walked Out and Never Looked Back
The morning she left was just like any other. Sunlight spilled through the kitchen window, casting warm patterns across the marble floor. The smell of toast and cardamom tea floated through the house. My mother stood by the sink, wiping her hands on her apron, humming a soft tune I never knew the name of.
By Muhammad Usama9 months ago in Confessions
The Well's Whisper
The Well's Whisper The silence shattered the moment frantic screams pierced the humid Texas air. It was October 14, 1987 — a day that dawned like any other, filled with the lazy hum of summer’s lingering warmth and the innocent laughter of an 18-month-old child. Jessica McClure, a tiny whirlwind of curiosity, played joyfully in her aunt’s backyard in Midland, Texas, when the unthinkable occurred. One moment she was there — a bright spark of life — and the next, it was as if the earth had swallowed her whole. She had vanished into an abandoned, eight-inch wide, 22-foot deep well — a dark, narrow maw in the unsuspecting ground.
By Noman Afridi9 months ago in Confessions
