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Why Rwanda Should Be Your Next Nature-led Adventure
This small but spectacular East African country is one of the continent’s most extraordinary wildlife destinations. Rwanda is one of only three countries in the world where travellers can see mountain gorillas in the wild.
By Ibrahim Shah 7 days ago in Chapters
The V2 Rocket
Origins and Development The development of the V-2 rocket began in the early 1930s under the direction of the German military and a group of visionary engineers. At the heart of the project was Wernher von Braun, a brilliant and ambitious young scientist who dreamed of space travel but found funding and support through the Nazi war machine.
By Gustavo Woltmann7 days ago in Chapters
Pakistan Dismisses Former Israeli PM Naftali Bennett’s Allegations Over Regional Alliance
Pakistan’s Foreign Office has described the statement made by the former Israeli prime minister regarding Pakistan as speculative.
By Real content7 days ago in Chapters
10 Tips To Improve Your BSL Fingerspelling in 2026
Have you ever frozen mid-conversation because you could not remember a fingerspelled word quickly enough? You are not alone. Many British Sign Language (BSL) learners find fingerspelling one of the most challenging skills to master. Yet in real-life communication, it plays a crucial role — especially for names, places, technical terms, and unfamiliar vocabulary.
By biloguard7 days ago in Chapters
Does Ramadan Fasting Improve or Reduce Work Performance? The Science Behind Focus, Energy, and Productivity
During the month of Ramadan, consistently observing fasts causes many people to face issues such as fatigue and reduced concentration at work. However, there are also many who experience positive effects of fasting on their lives and claim that fasting increases their focus at work and helps them organize their tasks more effectively.
By Real content7 days ago in Chapters
the berserker's tale - part I. Top Story - February 2026.
The water cascaded noisily over the stones in the riverbed and though the spring floods came early it was still not deep enough to keep men and horses from fording. On any other morning the sound of it rushing would have carried over the lowing of the cattle in the surrounding meadows. But the waters ran red with blood, the groans and cries of the wounded drowning out both the gurgling river and the neighboring livestock.
By John Cox7 days ago in Chapters
The Book of Us: Why Every Life Deserves to Be Written in Chapters, Not Judged by a Single Page . AI-Generated.
We are born into a story not of our choosing. The opening chapters are written by others—by parents who dreamed us before we existed, by circumstances that shaped us before we could shape anything back, by a world that assigned us roles before we knew we were on a stage. We arrive mid-sentence, in the middle of a tale that began long before our first breath, and we spend the rest of our lives trying to understand what kind of story we are in.
By HAADI7 days ago in Chapters
Everyone Is Acting Normally
The first sign was the sky. It wasn’t blue. It wasn’t gray. It wasn’t anything at all. When I looked up from my bedroom window, I didn’t see clouds or sunlight. I saw a smooth, blank surface stretching endlessly above the town—like someone had erased the world’s ceiling and replaced it with paper. It should have terrified me. Instead, my phone buzzed. “Good morning! ☀️ Don’t forget your math test today.” —Ammi. There was no sun. But she had sent a sun emoji. I opened the window. No wind. No birds. No sound of traffic. Still, my neighbor Mr. Collins was outside watering his lawn, humming the theme song from Friends. “Morning!” he called cheerfully. “Beautiful day!” I stared at the blank sky. “Yes,” I replied slowly. “Beautiful.” And he smiled like nothing was wrong. 2. The Bus That Never Stops The school bus arrived exactly at 7:42 a.m. It always arrived at 7:42 a.m. The driver, Mrs. Patel, waved as usual. “Hop in, Sam!” The bus engine wasn’t running. There was no sound. No vibration. The wheels didn’t move. But when I stepped inside, we were already driving. Outside the windows, the streets passed by in perfect silence. No pedestrians. No dogs. No cars. Just empty roads and houses with lights on. A boy behind me whispered, “Do you see it too?” I turned. It was Ayaan—the quiet kid who always drew planets in his notebook. “See what?” I asked. He looked confused. “The sky,” I said carefully. He blinked. “Oh. Yeah. Weird color today.” Then he put on his headphones and started nodding along to music. I glanced at his screen. The song title read: “Here Comes the Sun” – The Beatles There was no sun. 3. Morning Assembly The school building looked slightly… bent. Not physically bent, but wrong. The angles weren’t straight. The front doors seemed taller than usual. The windows stretched too high. Inside, the hallways curved gently upward like we were walking inside a bowl. No one mentioned it. Lockers were slightly melted at the edges. Students chatted about homework. “Did you study for physics?” Maria asked. I nodded, staring at the ceiling. The ceiling was too low. No—too high. No—it was both at the same time. During morning assembly, the principal stood at the podium smiling. “Students, we’re proud to announce our annual Science Fair next week!” Behind him, the school logo was upside down. Nobody reacted. Ayaan leaned toward me again. “Do you feel… lighter?” he asked quietly. I hadn’t noticed until then. My feet weren’t fully touching the floor. I was hovering. Just a few centimeters. I looked around. Everyone else was too. But they stood perfectly balanced, hands by their sides, as if floating was part of the uniform. The principal cleared his throat. “And remember, gravity is very important!” The students clapped politely. 4. The Classroom with No Walls When I entered my math classroom, there were no walls. I could see into every other classroom. History class. Chemistry lab. The cafeteria. All at once. But the desks were still arranged in neat rows. “Take your seats,” said Mr. Harrison. His chair wasn’t touching the ground. He sat mid-air, perfectly comfortable. On the board, instead of equations, there was a single sentence written in large letters: DO NOT PANIC Nobody asked why. Mr. Harrison turned to us. “Today’s lesson is about limits,” he said. “Understanding what happens as something approaches… nothing.” The room flickered. For a split second, I saw something beyond the school. A massive grid. Like we were inside a giant screen. Then it disappeared. “Sam?” Mr. Harrison called. “What is the limit of 1 over x as x approaches zero?” My mouth felt dry. “It becomes… undefined.” He smiled widely. “Correct. Undefined. But still completely normal.” The class wrote it down. 5. Lunch Without Food At lunch, the cafeteria trays were empty. But everyone was chewing. Forks moved from plate to mouth. Students talked with full cheeks. “This pasta is amazing,” Maria said. I looked at her tray. There was nothing there. No plate. No food. Just the shape of a meal. I swallowed. “What are we eating?” I asked. She looked confused. “Chicken curry. Like every Thursday.” I glanced at the menu board. It was blank. But beneath the blank surface, I could faintly see code. Lines of symbols flickering like a computer program. Ayaan dropped his fork. “You see it too, don’t you?” he whispered. I nodded. The lights above us flickered in a pattern: On. Off. On. Off. Like blinking. Watching. 6. The Announcement Suddenly, the speakers crackled. The principal’s voice echoed. “Attention students. There is absolutely no reason for concern. Everything is functioning within normal parameters.” The cafeteria froze. Everyone paused mid-chew. Then resumed. Ayaan stood up. “That’s not true!” he shouted. No one reacted. “It’s not normal!” he repeated. Maria continued sipping invisible juice. Mr. Harrison walked in calmly. “Ayaan, please sit down.” “Don’t you see? The sky is gone! The food isn’t real! We’re floating!” Mr. Harrison adjusted his tie. “That is simply your perspective.” Ayaan turned to me. “Tell them!” All eyes shifted toward me. For a moment, I saw it clearly. The walls shimmered. The sky flickered like a broken screen. The people around me lagged—like characters in a low-quality video game. We weren’t in a town. We were in something else. A simulation? A test? I opened my mouth. And said: “Everything is fine.” Ayaan stared at me. The lights stopped flickering. The ceiling solidified. Gravity returned gently. He sat down slowly. And began eating nothing again. 7. After School When I stepped outside, the sky had color again. Blue. Soft clouds. Birds chirping. Cars driving. Mr. Collins waved from his lawn. “Beautiful day!” he said. I hesitated. Then I smiled. “Yes. Beautiful.” As I walked home, my phone buzzed. A notification from an unknown sender. SYSTEM UPDATE COMPLETE ANOMALY CORRECTED I stopped walking. Ayaan stood across the street. He looked at his phone. Then at me. His expression was blank. He waved politely. Like a stranger. He didn’t remember. None of them did.
By AFTAB KHAN8 days ago in Chapters
The One Call I Wish I Had Never Answered
The One Call I Wish I Had Never Answered BY Ubaid It was a quiet Tuesday evening when my phone started ringing. I remember the exact moment because nothing about that day had been special. I had just returned from work, thrown my bag on the chair, and was sitting by the window watching the sky turn orange. My phone vibrated against the wooden table, breaking the silence. Unknown number. Normally, I ignore unknown calls. But that evening, something made me hesitate. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was boredom. Or maybe it was fate quietly rearranging my life. I answered. “Hello?” I said cautiously. There was a brief pause, then a familiar voice I hadn’t heard in years. “Is this… you?” My heart skipped. It was Sara. Sara and I had once been inseparable. We met during our first year of university and quickly became everything to each other—best friends, partners in late-night study sessions, and eventually something more. But life has a strange way of pulling people apart. After graduation, misunderstandings, ego, and distance slowly built walls between us. One argument turned into silence. Silence turned into years. And now, she was calling. “I got your number from an old friend,” she said softly. “I know it’s been a long time.” My mind was racing. I had spent years convincing myself I had moved on. I had buried the memories, trained myself not to think about her laugh, her stubbornness, the way she used to look at me like I was her entire world. And now, with one simple call, everything I had suppressed came rushing back. We talked for an hour that night. At first, it was awkward. Then familiar. We laughed about old professors, remembered silly incidents, and carefully avoided the topic of our breakup. It felt like reopening a book I once loved but had forced myself to close. When the call ended, I stared at my phone long after the screen went dark. That should have been it. A nostalgic conversation. A closed chapter revisited for a moment. But it wasn’t. The calls became frequent. Every evening around the same time, my phone would ring, and I would answer without hesitation. She told me about her new job, her struggles, her loneliness. I told her about mine. Slowly, the emotional connection we once had began rebuilding itself. There was just one problem. She was engaged. I found out a week later. She mentioned it casually, almost like an afterthought. “It’s not what I wanted,” she confessed. “It just… happened. My family insisted. He’s a good man, but I don’t feel anything.” Her words should have been my warning sign. Instead, they became my weakness. I told myself we were just talking. Just catching up. Just friends. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t innocent. The more we spoke, the more attached I became. Old feelings don’t die easily; they wait. They hide. And when given the smallest chance, they return stronger than before. One night, she called me crying. “I don’t think I can go through with this marriage,” she said between sobs. “I keep thinking about us. About what we had.” That was the moment I should have ended the call. I should have told her to make her decision independently. I should have protected both of us from the chaos that was about to unfold. Instead, I let my emotions speak. “I never stopped caring about you,” I admitted. Silence followed. A heavy, dangerous silence. Within days, her engagement became uncertain. She started arguing with her fiancé. Her family grew suspicious. She leaned on me for support, calling me at all hours. I became her escape from a reality she didn’t want to face. But reality has a way of demanding attention. Her fiancé found out about our conversations. Not the details, but enough to know something was wrong. Accusations were made. Families were involved. Voices were raised. In the middle of it all, Sara was overwhelmed. And then, one evening, my phone rang again. It was her number. I answered immediately, my chest tight with anxiety. Her voice was different this time. Tired. Broken. “This is all a mess,” she whispered. “I thought talking to you would give me clarity. But it’s only made everything harder. I hurt him. I hurt my family. And maybe I hurt you too.” I didn’t know what to say. She continued, “Maybe we were meant to stay in the past. Maybe some chapters should never be reopened.” That was the last real conversation we had. After that night, she stopped calling. Her number eventually became unreachable. Through mutual friends, I heard she went ahead with the marriage. I don’t know if she is happy. I don’t know if she ever thinks about me. But I know this: answering that first call changed everything. Before that evening, she was a memory. A bittersweet part of my past. After that call, she became a fresh wound. I learned something painful from it all. Not every opportunity to reconnect is a blessing. Sometimes, it’s a test. Sometimes, it’s life asking if you have truly grown or if you will repeat the same mistakes. If I hadn’t answered that call, she would have remained a closed chapter. I would have kept my peace. She would have faced her decisions without my influence. Instead, we blurred the lines between past and present, between nostalgia and reality. And in doing so, we created confusion where there could have been clarity. Now, whenever my phone rings from an unknown number, I pause a little longer. Because I know how powerful a single “Hello” can be. Some calls bring opportunity. Some bring closure. And some… are the ones you wish you had never answered.
By Ubaid 8 days ago in Chapters
I Smiled in Public but Cried in Private
I Smiled in Public but Cried in Private BY: Khan The Weight of Pretending to Be Okay People often say, “You’re always smiling. You must have a perfect life.” I used to smile wider when I heard that. Because if they only knew. From the outside, my life looked stable. I had a decent job, a small but comfortable apartment, and friends who tagged me in photos every weekend. My social media was filled with filtered sunsets, coffee cups, and captions about gratitude. If someone scrolled through my profile, they would see nothing but happiness. But happiness can be staged. Every morning, I stood in front of the mirror and practiced my smile. Not because I was vain, but because I needed it to look real. I needed to convince the world—and maybe myself—that I was okay. The truth was, I wasn’t. It started slowly. A quiet heaviness in my chest. A feeling that followed me home after work. I would laugh at jokes in the office, contribute to meetings, even plan team outings. But the moment I locked my apartment door behind me, silence would swallow me whole. I would drop my bag, sit on the floor, and stare at nothing. That’s when the tears would come. I never understood how someone could feel so surrounded yet so alone. I had people around me all the time. But no one really saw me. No one asked the questions that mattered. And I never offered the truth. Because I was afraid. Afraid of being seen as weak. Afraid of being “too much.” Afraid that if I admitted I was struggling, people would slowly step away. So I did what many of us do—I performed. At family gatherings, I was the cheerful one. The one cracking jokes. The one everyone described as “strong.” They didn’t see the nights I stayed awake until 3 a.m., replaying conversations in my head, wondering why I felt so empty. At work, I was dependable. Productive. Professional. I met deadlines, encouraged coworkers, and volunteered for extra tasks. No one knew that during lunch breaks, I sometimes locked myself in the restroom just to breathe through waves of quiet panic. It’s strange how skilled we become at hiding. The hardest part wasn’t the sadness. It was the pretending. Pretending takes energy. Smiling when your chest feels tight. Laughing when your mind is exhausted. Saying “I’m fine” so many times that it starts to feel automatic. But “I’m fine” was never true. One night, after a particularly long day, I came home and broke down harder than usual. There was no specific reason. No dramatic event. Just a build-up of emotions I had been swallowing for months. I looked at my reflection in the dark window and barely recognized myself. “Who are you?” I whispered. That question stayed with me. Who was I, really? The smiling version the world saw? Or the silent, tearful version that only existed behind closed doors? The next morning, I almost canceled plans with a friend. I didn’t have the energy to perform. But something inside me was tired—tired of being divided into two people. So I went. We sat at a quiet café. She talked about her week, her work stress, her small victories. I nodded and smiled, just like always. But when she finally paused and asked, “And how are you really?” something shifted. It was such a simple question. But no one had emphasized “really” before. For a moment, I considered giving my usual answer. “I’m good.” But my voice didn’t cooperate. Instead, my eyes filled with tears. I tried to apologize, embarrassed by the sudden emotion, but she reached across the table and held my hand. And for the first time in a long time, I told the truth. “I’m not okay.” The words felt heavy and relieving at the same time. Like exhaling after holding my breath for too long. I expected judgment. Discomfort. Maybe even distance. Instead, I received understanding. She didn’t try to fix me. She didn’t minimize my feelings. She just listened. And in that small café, with quiet music playing in the background, I realized something important: I didn’t have to smile all the time to be accepted. That day didn’t magically solve everything. I still had hard nights. I still struggled. But something changed inside me. I stopped forcing happiness in every situation. I allowed myself to say, “Today’s been tough.” I allowed myself to cancel plans when I truly needed rest. I allowed myself to feel without apologizing. And surprisingly, the world didn’t collapse. People didn’t leave. In fact, some came closer. I learned that vulnerability isn’t weakness—it’s honesty. And honesty builds deeper connections than perfect smiles ever could. Now, I still smile. But it’s different. It’s not a shield anymore. It’s not a mask. It’s real when it shows up—and absent when it doesn’t. Because I no longer believe I have to perform happiness to deserve love. I used to smile in public and cry in private. Now, I allow myself to be human in both places. And that has made all the difference.
By Khan 8 days ago in Chapters
US-Iran Nuclear Talks in Geneva: Progress, Red Lines, and Rising Military Tensions
On Tuesday (17 February), following the second round of negotiations between the United States and Iran in Geneva, both Washington and Tehran expressed concerns as well as some encouraging statements. After the meeting, U.S. Vice President J.D. Vance said that diplomatic talks between the United States and Iran had gone well “in some respects,” and that both sides had agreed to hold another meeting. Meanwhile, Iranian Foreign Minister Abbas Araghchi stated that “an understanding on fundamental principles” had been reached with the United States. Vance also said that Iran is still not prepared to accept certain “red lines” defined by President Trump. He indicated that the United States would continue on the diplomatic path, but that President Trump would ultimately decide “when to abandon diplomacy.” He added that Washington does not expect matters to reach that point, “but if they do, the decision will be President Trump’s.” On the other hand, Araghchi described the second round of talks as more positive than the first. He said that both sides would prepare two draft versions of a possible agreement document and exchange them. “However, this does not mean we will reach an agreement soon, but we have certainly started moving along the path toward one.” Araghchi further said that there are still some issues requiring additional work. Meanwhile, Iranian President Masoud Pezeshkian stated that his country is ready to allow “verification” that Iran is not seeking to develop nuclear weapons. In remarks published on the presidential website, Pezeshkian said: “We are absolutely not trying to acquire nuclear weapons, and if anyone wants to verify this, we are ready to take the necessary steps.” The Iranian president added that Tehran will never abandon its “peaceful” nuclear program.
By Real content8 days ago in Chapters
UK Passport Changes 2026: New Entry Rules for Dual British Citizens Explained
Big Changes to UK Passport Rules Starting February 25, 2026: What Dual Citizens and Travelers Need to Know Starting February 25, 2026, the UK is rolling out new passport and border rules, and they’re going to hit a lot of people—especially Brits who also hold another passport.
By Real content8 days ago in Chapters