Humanity
What in Me Refuses Silence
On Earth, what seems earthly — a place and a being — appears logical. Yet what could it have sworn to remain, if even words eventually change? What seems like solid land may slide away; the earth itself may become none — not absent, but nonexistent in the way only believed things can become nonexistent.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH9 days ago in Confessions
The Weight of the Mask
My life changed forever the moment I met him. I never thought I’d ever fall in love with someone so deeply and dedicatedly. It wasn’t just the presence of his love or the quiet intensity of his compassion; it was his intelligence, his patience, his shyness, and a sense of civility that made me feel truly seen.
By Anna K.11 days ago in Confessions
A Smile in the Taxi Park
This morning, the day began like any other—dust rising lazily from the roadside, the sun still soft and undecided in the sky, boda bodas humming like restless insects, and taxis coughing to life one after another. I boarded one heading to town, squeezed between the familiar rhythm of Kampala’s movement—vendors calling out prices, conductors tapping on metal doors, coins clinking in hurried exchanges.
By Douglas Kwizera Baguma11 days ago in Confessions
Too Loud For Me
A quiet confession about the days when patience runs out before the morning even begins. There are days when you wake up already exhausted. Nothing has happened yet, but everything bothers you anyway: someone's voice, a message, a too-cheerful "good morning," as if the world didn't understand that today you're not built for that. It feels like your patience quit overnight, leaving you alone with a mood you can't even explain.
By Lydia martinez12 days ago in Confessions
Polish Hell in the Shadow of Apulian Suns: The Anatomy of National Shame 🇮🇹🇵🇱
There are stories that keep you awake at night. There are facts that burn more intensely than the Italian sun in the middle of July. As a Pole living abroad, building my life far from home, I came across a story that made my face burn with shame. 🔥 I write this with difficulty, because the worst harm didn't come from the outside. It was orchestrated by my own countrymen. It wasn’t a foreign enemy—it was "one of our own" who inflicted this fate upon another. To say that "a Pole is a wolf to a Pole" is, in this case, a massive understatement. A Pole became a master, an executioner, and a ruthless oppressor to his own brother. 🐺💔
By Piotr Nowak13 days ago in Confessions
