humanity

For better or for worse, relationships reveal the core of the human condition.

The Empty Seat on the Bus
In the year 1993 the world was watching a very cruel war in a place called Bosnia. Most people were watching the news on their television sets in their warm homes in England and America. They felt sorry for the people dying in the war but they did not do anything. But there was one woman in London named Sally Becker who could not sit still. She was not a soldier and she was not a doctor. She was just an artist who had a small car and a very big heart.
By Hazrat Umer8 days ago in Humans
“The Secret Behind Her Parents’ Love Changed Everything She Believed.”
Emma had always believed she knew her parents better than anyone else. They were simple people who lived a quiet life in a small town. Her father, David, was a gentle man who spent most of his days repairing old furniture in his small workshop behind the house. Her mother, Sarah, worked at the town library and had a soft smile that made people feel instantly welcome.
By imtiazalam8 days ago in Humans
Where Rainbows Go When Nobody Is Looking
A playful, imaginative reflection on rainbows, unicorns, color, joy, and the magical power of wonder. There must be a place, somewhere just beyond ordinary thinking, where rainbows go when nobody is looking.
By Flower InBloom8 days ago in Humans
The LGBTQ Community
A human-centered reflection on the LGBTQ community, exploring identity, dignity, belonging, courage, chosen family, and the universal right to live truthfully.
By Flower InBloom8 days ago in Humans
Order and Chaos
A philosophical reflection on the necessary tension between order and chaos, and how both structure and disruption shape the human experience.
By Flower InBloom8 days ago in Humans
Holding A Gun. Content Warning.
I was never keen on holding a gun. No. Back-up, I never planned on holding a gun, I never wanted to hold the very thing that could take away a life so quickly. Just one small movement and life would be held in the balance. I know nothing about them, yet here I was, point blank and holding it in my hands, it felt heavy, uncomfortable, something was unnatural about the shape, or maybe it was the metal? The figure stood feet in front of me urging me to shoot, taunting me as if questioning my motive. He stood in front of me, motionless, as if he had already accepted something I couldn’t even face. The gun in my hands suddenly felt impossibly heavy, my fingers stiff around the grip. My pulse thundered in my ears while everything around us faded into a strange, quiet stillness. I couldn’t bring myself to raise my arms, couldn’t even look directly at him for long. Every instinct in me pushed back against the moment, against the terrible weight of what was being asked without words. The silence between us felt suffocating, stretching longer and longer while I stood frozen, unable to move. Then, I felt myself breath and somehow I pulled the trigger with my sweaty hand and bam! It landed right in the chest. Luckily, there was no victim; it was just paper. Target practice. I was at a gun range and not on the street with someone's life in my hands. I shot at the piece of paper that moved from the impact, and it straightened out again. I shot at it again, this time holding my shoulders back.
By Ada Zuba8 days ago in Humans
Nothing Matters More
I love the hypocrisy of the progressive woman today. They taut liberation and freedom to be whatever we want to be, after all, we fought for those rights and privileges, but then, they crucify any of us who then choose to stay home, to be wives and mothers. Why are my choices less important or rejected as ridiculous? Why are we made to look like we are simply ignorant or uneducated, because we made a life decision, that they don’t agree with? I sometimes wonder about this.
By Alexandra Grant8 days ago in Humans
Jessica Alba: Fame, Struggles, and the Life Beyond Hollywood
Fame often looks glamorous from a distance. Bright lights, red carpets, and smiling photographs can make celebrity life appear effortless. But behind many success stories are years of struggle, uncertainty, and quiet determination. Jessica Alba’s journey is one of those stories. Long before she became a familiar face in Hollywood, she was a young girl dealing with health challenges, frequent moves, and the pressure of chasing a dream that seemed distant. Over time, Jessica Alba built a career that moved beyond acting into business and family life. Her path reflects resilience, ambition, and personal growth. The story of Jessica Alba is not only about movies and fame. It is about persistence, identity, and finding purpose beyond the spotlight.
By Muqadas khan8 days ago in Humans
I Saw God Through the Kitchen Window
With my fingers cupped, I effleurage across the rim of her trapezius, glide up her neck, pushing in my thumb. I finish the move at the base of her skull by thumbing small, firm circles to soften the solidified fascia.
By Chantal Christie Weiss9 days ago in Humans
Empathy, Imagination, and the Soul’s Curriculum:
There is a long‑standing belief in spiritual traditions that the soul comes into this life with lessons to learn. Some call it a curriculum, some call it growth, some call it refinement, or the soul contract and some simply call it becoming more human. The idea is not that suffering is required, but that understanding is. Compassion, humility, forgiveness, courage, and clarity are not abstract virtues; they are lived experiences. Yet not every soul needs to endure every possible hardship firsthand. There are other routes to understanding, and one of the most powerful is empathy.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior9 days ago in Humans
When Institutions Reward the Disordered
The claim that modern society has “gone insane” circulates constantly in political commentary. The phrase is crude. The frustration behind it is real. When citizens watch institutions make decisions that appear detached from ordinary human consequences, people begin searching for explanations. Some assume incompetence. Others assume corruption. A smaller but growing group points to a psychological explanation known as political ponerology.
By Dr. Mozelle Martin9 days ago in Humans
My Unexpected Arrest Fucked With My Shame for Years. Top Story - May 2025.
My annus horribilis Rushing to get my six-and-a-half-year-old daughter ready, I grabbed our coats; we were on our way to a lunch and cinema date with a friend and her thirteen-year-old twins.
By Chantal Christie Weiss9 days ago in Humans