Have you ever thought about what happens when a child’s first encounter with learning is not love but violence?When the mark on their hand is not from a pen, but from a stick?What kind of mental state will they associate with knowledge? As a society, we have polluted the sacred act of learning with the
Nayal, a 30-year-old man, lived alone in the mountains of Udder. One afternoon, as he was walking along a narrow path, he happened to glance at a girl passing by. A few men standing across the road noticed this moment and immediately assumed he was harassing her. In Udder’s deeply patriarchal society, women are kept
Ali’s phone buzzed on a quiet Sunday evening. He picked it up lazily, expecting a message from his friend, but the words on screen knocked the breath out of him: “Your father has been killed.”He froze.News channels began flashing the headline within minutes: “Business Tycoon Saeed Khan Murdered on Motorway.”Witnesses described a suspicious car blocking
“Do I dare disturb the universe?” – T.S. Eliot I find myself thinking about this subject a lot, not out of fear, but out of challenge.We are surrounded by routines, expectations, and systems. Sometimes you have to ask yourself, “Do I stay in my lane?” whether you’re pursuing a profession, launching an idea, or questioning
Ghazi sat beneath the tree he had planted as a boy. Its leaves were green and new, dancing gently in the wind. He came here daily to write poetry, to escape the noise of the village. More than anything, Ghazi loved this tree. It was his legacy, his muse, the anchor of every poem he’d
I want to understand everything God, Humanity and Myself But whenever I begin to think, something arises within me screams in my consciousness Do not Think! You will stray if you think You will be called ill mannered They say: Drowning will become your destiny Is my brain too fragile to absorb thought? Or it