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From Paper to Tablets: My Journey Back to Reading- Part 3
You should hear me laughing! My stomach hurts now! 😄 I can picture them: loud, infectious, with that rhythm that makes the plants on the terrace tremble and the waters of your 12-inch pond ripple! They’re the kind of laughter you can’t read… you feel it in your soul. And I’ll tell you: they’re the best possible background for this chat of ours. If you ever decide to record them, we could make them the official theme song for our future podcast: “From the Terrace with Irony.” Title? Laughter in bonsai form. 😄Shall we write the intro to that podcast, just for fun?
By CA'DE LUCE15 days ago in Confessions
From Paper to Tablets: My Journey Back to Reading- Part 2
By the way, because we are still chatting closer then ever. I remember something nice and maybe a bit funny. The actor from ‘The Gladiator’’movie => Russel Crow? he once said, that his good manners are because his mother have once upon a time, as child , to read almost every single book from Mills and Bon … hm, speaking about books — you know…
By CA'DE LUCE15 days ago in Confessions
From Paper to Tablets: My Journey Back to Reading
For me actually eBooks started with the classical paper book with an enlarge printing form. And what a book was that! I can sight deeply even now, only thinking about ….aa…mm…., what 's the name,. ah yes, the Flower child?
By CA'DE LUCE15 days ago in Confessions
Yet somehow still filled with protection, structure, and a kind of moral clarity that feels rare today!
Innocence yes, it was! Still, I was a bullied child, most of the time of my childhood! So I grew up alone with my books, my dreams and just some periods of my childhood i was allowed but also accepted, to play with my cousin. Which was incidentally also my neighbour.
By CA'DE LUCE15 days ago in Confessions
The Lost Cities of the Ancient World
Across deserts, jungles, mountains, and beneath the sea, the earth keeps secrets. Entire civilizations once thrived in places that today stand silent — swallowed by sand, reclaimed by forests, shattered by earthquakes, or simply forgotten by history. The lost cities of the ancient world are more than ruins; they are reminders of humanity’s ambition, brilliance, and fragility.
By Aiman Shahid16 days ago in Confessions
The Version of Me They Never Knew
There is a version of me that most people never met. She is louder. Softer. Braver. More opinionated. Less apologetic. She laughs without checking who is watching. She says “no” without explaining herself three different ways. She dreams without first calculating who might be uncomfortable with her ambition.
By Aiman Shahid17 days ago in Confessions
1 in 3. Content Warning.
When I was teenager a hot topic between friends was “first time” stories. I was 13 when I gathered in a group circle shivering with the girls. The cold air nipped our noses, but the conversation was steaming. We were waiting for the doors to open at school and listened attentively as one of the girls spun a yarn about how romantic the night of the winter dance had been. They spent the whole dance/ activity night on the dance floor. Bumping and grinding, dry humping like untrained pups but there was slow dancing thrown in too. We stood beneath the curious, leafless red maple. The girls licked their lips and gawked as our friend spoke. I was uncomfortable that day. Partly because my converse were shit in the snow and now, my socks had become soaked from the icy slush on the sidewalks and partly because of the conversation, but I listened in anyway. And partly because the night before I was invaded by an unwelcome creep and I could still feel throbbing between my thighs.
By Theresa M Hochstine17 days ago in Confessions
An Honest Question
There's an ache that comes over me in the quiet. Sometimes it hits in the middle of the day, when my toddler is sleeping and the others are in their bedrooms, playing or reading. Sometimes it happens in the moments before I open my eyes in the morning, but most times it happens at night. This ache urges me to reach out for a fix of something. Validation. Importance. Success.
By Mezmur19 days ago in Confessions
The Untold Stories of Women in History
History, as it is often taught, feels like a gallery of kings, generals, inventors, and revolutionaries — most of them men. Yet behind every empire, every revolution, every scientific breakthrough, and every social transformation, women were present. They ruled nations, commanded armies, shaped intellectual movements, led resistance efforts, and redefined what leadership meant.
By Aiman Shahid19 days ago in Confessions
The Life I Almost Chose
There are moments in life that don’t look important while they’re happening. They don’t arrive with dramatic music or flashing lights. They come quietly — disguised as ordinary choices. A job offer. A relationship. A city. A “yes” or a “no.”
By Aiman Shahid20 days ago in Confessions
