Memoir

The World She Longs For
It’s early Sunday afternoon. We have just had such a tranquil walk on the beach, with the dogs. We arrive home. I unlock the door while he closes the gate, so the dogs can’t get out. As I unlock the door, I still hear the waves crashing. Home is just a stones throw away from the beach.
By Charmaine Abrahams5 days ago in Chapters
The Inner Shadow
The sounds of so many different tones and pitches, all coming from different directions and all from the one big room. I’m definitely not used to this. Stood around a high table, I take a sip of my coffee, it’s disgusting but I drink it anyway.
By Charmaine Abrahams5 days ago in Chapters
Pakistan Offers to Host Iran-US Talks as Middle East Tensions Rise
Pakistan Offers to Host Iran-US Talks as Middle East Tensions Rise Tensions in the Middle East are once again rising as conflict dynamics involving Donald Trump, Iran, and Israel continue to shape global geopolitics. Amid this uncertainty, Pakistan has stepped forward with a diplomatic offer — proposing to host dialogue between the United States and Iran in an effort to reduce tensions and restore regional stability.
By Wings of Time 6 days ago in Chapters
War in Iran: A Dangerous Turning Point
War in Iran: A Dangerous Turning Point The conflict in Iran has entered one of its most dangerous phases today. What began as targeted military strikes has now transformed into a broader regional crisis, raising fears of prolonged war, economic instability, and global security threats. Governments around the world are watching closely as tensions escalate, missiles continue to fly, and diplomatic efforts struggle to keep pace with fast-moving events.
By Wings of Time 7 days ago in Chapters
Karoline Leavitt
Karoline Leavitt: The White House Voice Behind Power, Passion, and Pressure Washington D.C. was never a place for the faint-hearted. Power moved quietly through its marble halls, and every word spoken behind the podium could shift global politics. But when Karoline Leavitt stepped into the role of U.S. Press Secretary, she brought something unexpected — youth, confidence, and a quiet fire that nobody saw coming.
By Wings of Time 7 days ago in Chapters
The Strawberry Chapter 12
The Strawberry Chapter 12 by Katherine Aguilar Precious moments seed The many seeds sown throughout one’s life, combined with others’ seeds, can make a difference and have an impact.
By Katherine Aguilar11 days ago in Chapters
The Strawberry Chapter 11
The Strawberry Chapter 11 Determined Seed By Katherine Aguilar This chapter takes a step back into my childhood. I remembers how people shape my mindset and the way I think today. I reflecting back when I was little. I joined a group of young girls' extracurricular activities. I decided to go to the group once. After the first day. I decided I didn't want to go to the group anymore. I decided the reason why I was not going back.
By Katherine Aguilar12 days ago in Chapters
The Strawberry Chapter 10
The Strawberry Chapter 10 A simple seed dropped lived on after death. By Katherine Aguilar This chapter shows how planting a small seed in someone’s life can influence people far beyond one’s lifetime. Even when our actions seem insignificant or are long forgotten, they can continue to grow and impact others. The initial planter may never know the full legacy they leave behind, unless someone documents it, but the influence remains and spreads.
By Katherine Aguilar12 days ago in Chapters
The Strawberry Chapter 9
The Strawberry Chapter 9 Lessons by Katherine Aguilar Time The lessons that endure are those that shape people’s decisions and values throughout life. This story is about one such lesson.
By Katherine Aguilar13 days ago in Chapters
The Strawberry Chapter 8
The Strawberry Chapter 8 The seeds of laughter and Example by Katherine Aguilar Writing this particular chapter is a weave of colors that honestly can go in various directions. However, the reader reads it. I at no time condone violence or words of a derogatory nature. If that is the only way a person can express themselves. There needs to be some self-evaluation.
By Katherine Aguilar13 days ago in Chapters
The Strength I Didn’t Know I Had
The Strength I Didn’t Know I Had ‎BY: Ubaid I used to think strength was loud. It was the kind of thing you saw in movies—people standing tall, never breaking, never crying. Strength meant having all the answers, never doubting yourself, never feeling afraid. At least, that’s what I believed… until life proved me wrong. Because the strongest version of me? I didn’t even know it existed. It started on an ordinary morning that didn’t feel ordinary at all. My alarm rang like it always did, but I didn’t move. My body felt heavy, like something invisible was holding me down. The room was quiet, but inside my mind, everything was loud—doubts, fears, regrets. “You’re not good enough.” “You’re going to fail.” “You can’t handle this.” Those thoughts had been living inside me for a long time. I had just gotten used to ignoring them. But that day… I couldn’t. I sat up slowly, staring at the floor. My reflection in the mirror didn’t look like me anymore. It looked like someone tired. Someone lost. And for the first time, I admitted something to myself. “I’m not okay.” That sentence felt heavier than anything I had ever said before. Because saying it meant I couldn’t pretend anymore. For weeks, I had been trying to hold everything together—smiling in front of others, acting like everything was fine, convincing myself that I could handle it all alone. But the truth was, I was breaking… quietly, invisibly. That day, something inside me shifted. Not dramatically. Not like a sudden burst of confidence or courage. It was smaller than that. Softer. But it was real. Instead of forcing myself to “be strong” the way I thought I should, I did something different. I allowed myself to feel. I cried. Not the kind of tears you quickly wipe away so no one notices—but the kind that come from deep inside, the kind that carry everything you’ve been holding in for too long. And strangely… it didn’t make me weaker. It made me feel lighter. That was the first time I realized something important: Strength isn’t about pretending you’re okay. It’s about being honest when you’re not. The days that followed weren’t easy. Nothing magically got better overnight. I still had bad days—days when getting out of bed felt like a victory, days when my mind tried to pull me back into that dark place. But now, something was different. I stopped fighting myself. Instead of ignoring my fears, I faced them. Instead of running from my problems, I took small steps toward solving them. And instead of expecting myself to be perfect, I gave myself permission to be human. One day at a time. That became my rule. Not tomorrow. Not next week. Just today. Some days, “strength” meant finishing all my work. Other days, it simply meant getting out of bed. And I started to understand… both counted. There was a moment—I remember it clearly—when everything truly changed. I was walking alone, the sun setting in the distance, painting the sky in soft shades of orange and pink. For the first time in a long time, my mind was quiet. Not completely free of thoughts, but peaceful enough. And I realized something. I had survived. Everything I thought would break me… didn’t. The sleepless nights, the overwhelming pressure, the constant self-doubt—I had carried all of it. And somehow, I was still standing. Maybe not perfectly. Maybe not confidently. But I was standing. And that’s when it hit me. The strength I had been searching for… was never something I needed to find. It was something I had been building all along. In every tear I allowed myself to cry. In every moment I chose to keep going. In every day I didn’t give up—even when I wanted to. That was strength. Not loud. Not obvious. But unbreakable. I used to think strength meant never falling. Now I know… it means getting back up, even when you’re not sure you can. And the most surprising part? You don’t always feel strong while you’re being strong. Sometimes, you feel scared. Sometimes, you feel lost. Sometimes, you feel like you’re barely holding on. But even then… you are stronger than you think. I am stronger than I thought. And maybe, just maybe… you are too.
By Ubaid 13 days ago in Chapters
From Rock Bottom to Rising Again
From Rock Bottom to Rising Again BY: Khan There was a time when I believed I had everything under control. From the outside, my life looked steady—almost perfect. I had a job that paid just enough, a small circle of friends, and dreams that felt within reach. But beneath that carefully maintained surface, cracks had already begun to form. I ignored them, thinking they were temporary, something I could fix later.
By Khan 13 days ago in Chapters