Bad habits
The Gaddafi Model Revisited: Is Iran the Next Target in a Global Power Strategy?
The Gaddafi Model Revisited: Is Iran the Next Target in a Global Power Strategy? In recent geopolitical debates, a controversial phrase has resurfaced: the “Gaddafi Model.” Originally linked to Libya’s decision in the early 2000s to dismantle its weapons of mass destruction programs, the model is now increasingly referenced in discussions about Iran. The implication is clear—intense pressure, isolation, and forced dismantling of strategic capabilities may once again be used as tools of regime control. As tensions rise in the Middle East, the question is no longer theoretical: could Iran be facing a similar fate, and what role do regional powers like Pakistan play in this unfolding strategy?
By Wings of Time 18 days ago in Confessions
Survived a Life That Tried to Break Me. Content Warning.
Content Warning: This story discusses forced marriage, abuse, and psychological trauma. I want to confess so that I can finally find peace. I feel invisible. This feeling has haunted me since childhood. I have always felt like nothing, even though I grew up in a conservative family where they believed they were teaching me values and principles. In reality, being a girl meant oppression and control. What they called “discipline” was slowly destroying me from the inside. This was the worst feeling I have ever experienced. I wanted to escape my mother’s cruel hell by any means necessary. Yes, she was cruel and heartless. Her cruelty came from her fear of my father, but I understood this far too late. I never understood why she was so afraid or so excessively strict. I suffered in silence, blaming her because I never felt her affection. The worst thing she did was marrying me off at a very young age. It was an injustice, an injustice to a teenage girl who knew nothing about marriage. I couldn’t refuse. I couldn’t even speak. My mother slapped me and threatened me until I accepted without saying a word. Yes, I married a man much older than me , a man the same age as my father. I could never love him. I could never be his wife. I was innocent, naïve, and unprepared, and he mocked me and treated me cruelly. I hate him deeply.
By Midnight Lines18 days ago in Confessions
The Man She Called Casper
It took her longer than she wanted to admit to see it, even after he came back again. He had always been in control of the relationship--not loudly, not cruelly, but quietly. Through timing. Through silence. Through deciding when he was present and when he disappeared.
By K.D Lee22 days ago in Confessions
I Spent 30 Days Saying "No" to My Kids, and I Nearly Lost My Seat at the Table
I’ve always been the "Logistics Dad." I’m the guy who makes sure the 529 plans are funded, the tire pressure is perfect, and the backyard fence is stained before the rot sets in. In my head, my "Yes" was the roof over their heads and the food in the fridge. That was the contract. I work, I provide, I protect.
By Wisewords22 days ago in Confessions
I Didn’t Realize I Was Ruining My Own Life Until It Was Almost Too Late
For a long time, I believed nothing was wrong with my life. I wasn’t struggling badly, but I wasn’t truly happy either. I told myself that this was normal. That everyone feels lost sometimes. That things would eventually fall into place if I just waited long enough.
By Tazamain khan 28 days ago in Confessions
