Humanity
The betrayal
The police knocked on my front door at 10am. They asked my name. I answered and asked what it was regarding. They didn’t say. They asked me what happened. I asked regarding what? They were aloof and indirect kept trying to get me to say something, but I had no idea what. Jerric stepped out of the police car holding my daughter, my stomach sank. I was not sure what he accused me of, but I realized it was serious. I asked if I needed an attorney. The police didn’t answer. They asked if there were any witnesses to what occurred 2 nights ago. I said my sister and my oldest son were here, but my son was in his room. They asked me if I had any weapons. I said no. Then one officer escorted me to his police car and asked me to wait. I asked what was going on. He didn’t answer. He told me he needed to record my statement and asked if I have anything to say. He started recording. I told him I would like an attorney. He told me to turn around and put my hands behind my back. I asked what I am being charged with, he didn’t say. I told him I would really like an attorney, and I had no idea what was going on. He said he was just following orders. I tried my best to maintain composure, but I was scared, tears started streaming down my face. The officer tried to comfort me, he said this can still all go away, but I didn’t even know what this was. I was afraid to say anything because I knew they could use every word against you, so I remained silent.
By Fawna Vanrain4 years ago in Confessions
Former Muslim Apologist Inside the Secular Closet!
When I was a Muslim apologist I took an oath to win a debate with secularists and Christians and expose that to the world using new technological tools (e.g. social media, e-forums, etc) by the end of 2021. I prepared for this goal around 20 years, from studying Islamic doctrine, Hadith, practising debates etc. I was very insistent about achieving this goal, that is, defeating and turning the tables with secularists and Christians in debates in the UK especially that they were our ex-colonial administrator.
By Jalal Tagreeb4 years ago in Confessions
What An Experience
Predicaments We all get put in situations that may appear tough to get out of. Living in the moment feels horrible, feels as though everything is crashing, Whatever were going through is weight on our shoulders that’s typically overbearing. Sometimes it gets hard, we often times ask ourselves “WHY ME” not “IM CHOSE” for a reason.
By Sharonne Greene4 years ago in Confessions
The Morning I flew with the Geese
It is a sunny morning and I worked at the Post Office on the graveyard shift. I was into physical fitness, I played basketball and would jog and run two to three times a week after work. So the air was clean and crisp. the sky was blue and there was a lake. The track around the lake was teaming with squirrels, ducks, geese, people walking their dogs and just taking walks. The asphalt track around the lake was smooth and the view was so nice.
By Delbert4 years ago in Confessions
My Milestone
Why do people choose to do the things they do? Simple… Milestones! They say life is short. People struggle every day to survive. Strive to be successful and to be loved. So, what causes individuals to act or react the way they do? Simple… They just do look at the bright side of things.
By Thomas R Dorsett Jr4 years ago in Confessions
"Growing Into" Me
There are people I want to hurt. The people I feel genuinely deserve an uppercut to the jaw after all the sorrow and agony that they put me through, and put others through. The people that I wish felt what it was like to have your heart turned inside out or shattered into a million pieces left and right, that caused me to scramble to pick up the shards of the ones I love while I was still picking up my own. The people that don’t deserve a fraction of time to spin across my thoughts, but that I dedicate all-nighters to anyway solely because I can’t help myself.
By Shyne Kamahalan4 years ago in Confessions
I’m Ready To Give Up On A Post-Pandemic World. Here’s Why.
April 2020. The world was in lockdown, businesses were shut (some unlucky few never to reopen), streets were empty, coffee shops looked strange dark and locked. I had never seen this in my life, and dearly hoped I never would again. Onward to January 2021. In my country we had been promised “next year will be better”, over and over and over. But it was no better. It eerily echoed the previous spring. I felt sick and numb with misery, stuck doing lectures for my super-tough law degree over Zoom, crying nightly because I believed I could never graduate with the world like this. I know many people who gained something, a new skill, new hobby, someone managed to start their own business. I didn’t. During the lockdown, the endless days spent alone, trapped in my own head, I seemed to o nothing but lose. Money from being out of my hospitality job, sleep from the crippling insomnia I developed and still havent’t fully recovered from, opportunities, friends, and more importantly, time. Time is the cruellest mistress, which might sound funny coming from a 23 year old (21 when the pandemic began) in usual times, but from a 23 year old who’s lost 18 months of her life, not so. What support did I have in this time? Virtually none, honestly. I was “friends” with someone who was compltely unavailable but expected me to cater to every whim, mental health support teams became utterly exasperated with me, my sleep struggles were a source of amusement for my family and something they frequently lectured me on. Even with things having returned to some semblance of normality, I’ve been able to begin working and attending in person classes again at least, the new threat from Omicron looms far too large. I don’t know what will come next, and I don’t want to fear it, but fearing the unknown is just far too common.
By Remy Dhami4 years ago in Confessions
A Rude Awakening
Before I share with you this moment of self-revelation, there are a few things I should probably tell you about myself. I’m a pastor. Well, technically I’m a reverend, an elder in full connection with the Great Plains Conference of The United Methodist Church. But I never liked the title of Reverend for myself. It always made me feel set apart (& somehow above), the members of the congregations I served, not to mention all the folks with whom I worked outside of the church. Whether in deference or with resentment, the title seemed to elevate me in the eyes of others to a place of spiritual & moral superiority that never quite felt right.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock4 years ago in Confessions
