satire
Relationship satire can be cathartic; when love hurts too much, just laugh.
Juneteenth: The Liberty We Celebrate, The Chains We Keep
I. They say freedom rang on June 19, 1865. Two and a half years late, but freedom—like most things in America—took the scenic route through oppression, confusion, and polite delay. General Granger arrived in Galveston, Texas, with news that the enslaved were—imagine this—already free. The chains had been outlawed. And so the broken were told they were no longer broken, the owned were told they had never truly been owned, and the dying were told to get up and live.
By Muhammad Abdullah10 months ago in Humans
The Beautiful Lies We Breathe
I was born human. I am told this every day—not by fact, but by function. By the way I’m asked to smile when I don’t feel like smiling. To believe when doubt lingers. To love while my heart is tired. To chase when I’ve forgotten why I run. This is not a complaint. It’s a confession. And like every good confession, it is human.
By Muhammad Abdullah10 months ago in Humans
The First Time We Breathe
I don’t remember the first time I breathed. No one does. Yet somehow, it defined everything that followed. That first cry wasn’t just air filling lungs—it was existence announcing itself. And from that moment onward, every “first time” became a thread in the tapestry of being human. We stumble, we reach, we burn, we break—and we become.
By Muhammad Abdullah10 months ago in Humans
Rafael Devers
Rafael Devers is one of the brightest stars in Major League Baseball (MLB) today. He plays for the Boston Red Sox, one of the most famous baseball teams in the world. Known for his powerful bat and exciting style of play, Devers has become a fan favorite in Boston and across the country.
By Farhan Sayed10 months ago in Humans
The Boy Who Refused to Blink
I. The Child: Born Guilty The boy was born on a Tuesday—a day his village called Damnation’s Dawn. His mother bled silence, and the doctor wore no gloves. The hospital bed was cold; the window open in winter. They say he didn’t cry when he was born. They say he blinked once, then never again.
By Muhammad Abdullah10 months ago in Humans
The Four Faces of Ishaaq
I. The Child: Born in a House of Silence Ishaaq was born on a Monday—a day neither holy nor cursed—into a house made of mud, secrets, and silence. His mother’s scream was the only sound in the room when he arrived. Not a wail from Ishaaq, not a word from his father. A midwife muttered “He looks like a thinking boy”, as if that were a curse in a town that worshipped ignorance.
By Muhammad Abdullah10 months ago in Humans
Why People Return to Toxic Relationships
Toxic relationships are complex and heart-wrenching. Despite the undeniable pain, many individuals find themselves repeatedly drawn back into these harmful dynamics. Rather than a simple matter of weak will or poor decision-making, returning to a toxic partner is often a manifestation of deep-rooted psychological patterns, emotional dependencies, and a yearning for familiarity—even when familiar means suffering.
By Edge Alexander10 months ago in Humans
