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Mon Trésor (My Treasure)
I will say that not all poor have my integrity. There are plenty of groups of poor children, mostly boys, that will gladly pick your pocket. There's also prostitutes; not courtesans, you understand; that will steal more bills from a man's wallet when he's asleep. They call it necessity while I call it a bad decision, and a bad name.
By Alexandra Fabout 2 hours ago in Families
“Sacred Land”
Argentina has long been known for its vibrant culture, natural beauty, and rich history, but now it has added a unique attraction to its growing tourism portfolio: “Sacred Land”, the country’s first religious-themed park. Located in the outskirts of Buenos Aires, this ambitious project aims to blend spirituality, education, and entertainment in a way that has never been attempted in South America. Visitors from across the globe are flocking to witness a place where sacred stories, religious traditions, and immersive experiences converge.
By Irshad Abbasi about 2 hours ago in History
The Day the River Stopped Singing
The village of Sundarpur was known for one thing—the river. It flowed gently along the edge of the village, shimmering under the sunlight, whispering secrets to the wind. The villagers believed the river was alive. Not just water, but a silent witness to their joys, their sorrows, and their lives.
By Wasif islamabout 2 hours ago in Earth
The Book Lost in Time
In the summer of 2025, an unassuming cardboard box arrived at the doors of the National Archives in Washington, D.C. The box was dusty, tape yellowed with age, marked only with an old library catalog number and the faint signature of its donor. Inside, wrapped in layers of paper that had become brittle with time, was a book—a manuscript so remarkable that scholars around the world paused in disbelief. What made it extraordinary was not just its age or condition, but the fact that it had been missing for 43 years.
By Irshad Abbasi about 2 hours ago in BookClub
Mon Trésor (My Treasure)
Oh, it's funny. The first time I encounter men who have business dealings with me, they don't expect a woman. The first time I met with my coachman, he asked for a Mr. Laviolette, assuming that the letter he received from me must have been misspelled. I came out of my study/library.
By Alexandra Fabout 2 hours ago in Humans
A Timely Reminder About The One Threat To Us All
It's still a collosal problem. And we are stuck between rocks and hardplaces, and getting more trapped by the year. And while everybody wants to scream, yell, and pound their fists about every other issue they claim to care about, people have slowly begun to voice their feelings much less about how petroleum is both pivotal to our existence, and a source of our problems.
By The Man Behind The Maskabout 2 hours ago in Earth
Lost Islamic History
In recent years, the book Lost Islamic History: Reclaiming Muslim Civilisation from the Past has The book was written by Firas Alkhateeb, an American researcher, educator, and historian who specialises in Islamic history and thought. First published in 2014 in the United Kingdom by Hurst & Co., it has since been republished in expanded editions (including a 2017 revised version) and translated into several languages including Urdu, Turkish, Bengali, and Indonesian.
By Irshad Abbasi about 2 hours ago in BookClub
Little Is Much
A seed in your hand now is a forest on your land tomorrow. But in your hand also lies two important things, decision and consequences. If you decide that the seed needs to be planted and taken care of, you can enjoy the benefits years down the line. But if you choose not to, you know the consequences of that decision too. You have the power to set the destiny of that seed in motion. Will you just stare at it long enough for someone to come and do it for you? Or are you looking at its size and other physical conditions and questioning your decision?
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)about 2 hours ago in Poets
The Weight of Wings
There is a particular kind of silence that belongs only to women. It is not the silence of emptiness or absence. It is the silence of everything that was never said, every word swallowed before it could reach the lips, every thought folded carefully and placed in a drawer that was never meant to be opened. It lives in the space between what a woman feels and what she allows herself to express, in the fraction of a second before she smiles when she does not feel like smiling, in the small daily surrenders so habitual they no longer even register as losses.
By Chic X Charm about 2 hours ago in Humans
