His First Birthday in Heaven: Let This Be a Haunting Warning Some souls are too pure for this world: too honest, too upfront, too trusting. Our brother Fika was one of them. He moved through life with radical transparency: when he was angry, you saw it; when disappointed, he told you. There were no hidden […]
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He was born with sunlight in his chestA laugh that spilled without request.Even sorrow couldn’t stay,He’d joke it down, then laugh away. His siblings teased“He’ll laugh at pain!”And still, he’d grin and play the game.A walking spark, a flame in skin,He lit the room just walking in. He danced with joy, he lived out loud,A
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A dad who had done it all for his kids,Endured the storms, the falls, the skids.Sacrificed every dream, every callNo pride, no pause he gave it all. He only cared about their needs,Their laughter, comfort, daily feeds.That was enough to make him stay,The man who went all the way. He made sure they were always
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Happy Father’s Day, Fikaye! I miss you. Every single day. But today, on Father’s Day, the ache is sharper, the questions louder. You were such a good father. The kind who rolled on the floor with the kids like you were their age, who matched their energy jump for jump, laugh for laugh. I close my eyes
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Those words burn in my chest like embers, relentless and furious, because too many voices rise in places they don’t belong, voices that have never known the weight of a parent’s sorrow, the hollow silence of a room that once echoed with a son’s laughter. Yet they speak. They judge. They take sides as if
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She greets with charm, but masks a snare,A queen in shadowed, deadly lair.She does not love, she seeks to own,To sit on thrones not hers alone. She whispers poison in his ear,Inflates his pride, then feeds his fear.She builds him up to bring him low,And feasts upon his weakened soul. Her counsel wraps in flattery,But
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They used him, not just time or hands,But dreams he built like castle sands.They drained his light with hollow praise,Then vanished in his final days. He gave like rivers to the drought,A silent strength, a soul devout.He held their storms, their night, their pain,And never once asked back again. But when he rose, began to
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The Moment Truth Walked In Death has a way of stripping away illusions. In life, people hide behind pleasantries, half-truths, and comfortable lies, until the finality of the grave forces silence upon them. Then, the unspoken rises like a ghost. Secrets spill from trembling lips. Regrets, once buried under pride or fear, claw their way
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It starts with warmth, a gentle sway,A whisper soft that draws its prey.A coil of charm, a smile so wideBut venom always learns to hide. He loved his blood, his kin, his name,Before the silence, before the shame.He laughed with brother, called him near,Till shadows fed upon his fear. The python curled with perfect grace,And
Religion should be a source of comfort, a refuge for the weary and a light for the lost. But when twisted into something darker, it becomes a blade that cuts deep and a hammer that shatters souls. Some people aren’t killed by violence or illness, but by something far more insidious: the slow, methodical destruction
The Righteous Mob: How Spiritual Bullies Manufacture Villains Read More »