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The Last Promise of a Mother on the Burning Train
The Last Trust of a Mother BY: Ubaid It was nearly two years ago when I, Professor Dr. F.H. Farooqi, was traveling by train from Karachi to Lahore with my son after attending a wedding ceremony. The train crossed Rohri station, and after having our meal, we both lay down on our berths to rest. The rhythmic motion of the train was soothing, but suddenly, a wave of panic spread through the coaches. People began shouting hysterically—“The train is on fire!”
By Ubaid 5 months ago in Confessions
Hysterectomy
Tamara tapped her coffee mug nervously with her pointer finger. The matte black nail polish on her fingers were chipped and her nail edges were jagged, sharp from repetitive biting. Her foot tapped the linoleum floor the way a woodpecker hammers a tree. The kitchen was dim, only a single bulb on the three-bulb ceiling fan was lit, and the light was weak but reflected off the lavender colored walls shone like gold. Tamara could hear the cat’s water fountain echoing sound fading into the distance. Her mind was far from easy. “I never wanted kids anyway,” she silently reminded herself as she read over the procedure guidelines for her upcoming hysterectomy. “1. Read and follow all pre-operative instructions. 2. Drink plenty of water and fluids. 3. Get all your prescriptions filled. 4. Shop for any necessary food. (Try to get prepared meals that just need to be placed in the oven.) 5. Choose an advocate.” Choose an advocate, it says. Well Tamara knew right away who that advocate would be. Her younger sister, Lottie. The Skelling sisters were best friends, and they were always each other's advocates. Her tapping stopped and a slight, momentary smile came to her face. Almost like a smirk but without sarcasm. Tamara was looking forward to spending the few days with her. And as if summoned by her sister's thoughts, Lottie’s car pulled into the driveway. She grabbed her gym bag, water bottle and keys then walked out of her house, locking the door behind her.
By Theresa M Hochstine5 months ago in Confessions
The Government’s Best Friends
The Government’s Best Friends In the heart of the city stood an old coffee shop, a place people fondly called *The Corner of Friendship.* It was a spot where politicians, officials, and ordinary citizens often crossed paths. Some came to talk business, others to argue, and many simply to vent about the government.
By waseem khan5 months ago in Confessions
The Surprised Trend of Converting to Islam Around the World
The Surprised Trend of Converting to Islam Around the World Walk into a mosque in Berlin, New York, or Cape Town, and you might notice a surprising scene. A woman with blond hair adjusts her scarf before prayer. A man who once sang in church now whispers verses of the Qur’an. A university student, raised without any faith, repeats Arabic words with quiet devotion. Despite widespread Islamophobia, thousands of people around the world continue to embrace Islam. The trend surprises many, yet for those who witness it closely, the reasons unfold with clarity.
By waseem khan5 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: 愛
I am proud of where I am right now. I am not in the best of places but I am not in the worst either. I have an adequate amount of tasks and I have some how found a system to navigate all I have to do. I just got to keep going even if it is just a little bit.
By Kayla McIntosh5 months ago in Confessions
Word of the Day: ハチドリ
I am sitting on the couch relaxing a bit but I should be jumping in the shower to shave my legs and exfoliate my knees. I also need to clean the shower too but I don't know which to do first. Probably take the shower so it can be clean after I am done.
By Kayla McIntosh5 months ago in Confessions
Word of Day: タロット. Top Story - October 2025.
I don't know how to feel or what to do right now. I still have a bit of a stomachache and I feel like I should go lay down for a bit again but another part of me is tired of laying down and wanting to do something productive.
By Kayla McIntosh5 months ago in Confessions
