There's no visible terror on the pilot's face. No obvious cruelty in the hijacker's expression. Instead, there's this strange, inappropriate moment of apparent levity in a situation where death was one trigger-pull away.

How do you explain that photograph? How do you reconcile the smiles with the gun?

Years later, Aral provided context that made the... See more

To the students: research is disruptive. Moving the field forward is its raison d'etre. And real progress will always invite a bit of resistance from those who prefer the familiar.

I once believed love was a spark—those fleeting moments of wonder. The rush of a first date, the dance of discovering someone new. They felt like the pinnacle, the beating heart of the story. But now, I see those moments differently. They’re the invitation, the toll paid to enter the deeper connection terrain. They’re the prologue, not the essence.... See more

Laughter is carbonated holiness

In 1993, she wrote about climate collapse, fascism, and a slogan "Make America Great Again" destroying the 2020s—then died in 2006, never knowing she'd predicted everything.

Her name was Octavia E. Butler. And if you haven't read her work, you need to understand: she didn't write science fiction to escape reality. She wrote it to warn us what... See more

One hour I’m holding my dad’s hand as he died after a long battle with cancer. The next hour I’m in line at Chick-fil-A buying dinner to go for myself and my grieving family because, well, we still need to eat. And I’m in line among people who have no idea I’ve just had the most heartbreaking experience of my life, and I have this absurd moment of... See more

the artwork from a hotel room

Tamang babae nakaka add ng energy at gigil sayo 100% support at help para sa man niya mas gaganahan ka gumera at mag make money.

Ang maling babae madedrain energy mo hahatakin ka sa drama, toxicity at negativity at nonsense na arguments at pag aaksaya ng oras. Ito ung mga gusto pahalagahan sila kahit wala silang ambag sa buhay ng lalake.

“Teacher, I’ve read so many books... but I’ve forgotten most of them. So what’s the point of reading?”

That was the question of a curious student to his Master. The teacher didn’t answer. He just looked at him in silence.

A few days later, they were sitting by a river, suddenly, the old man said:

“I’m thirsty. Bring me some water... but use that old... See more