Bimql chhetry.

Господин доктор Пезешкиян, где вы были все эти годы? Вы могли направить страну по другому пути. Для этого не нужны были лозунги и крики. Нужно было создать жизнь: построить дома отдыха, дома развлечений — пусть сто, пусть тысячу. Народ устал от однообразия и от чёрных бород. Женщины недовольны. А ведь во времена Ризошаха Пехлеви они чувствовали себя свободными. Тот мир был создан с учётом женщины. Вы пришли — и всё исчезло: музыка, танец, радость, дыхание жизни. Разве это было мудро? Вы могли участвовать в управлении тихо, без фанатизма. Но вы запретили людям жить. Люди существуют не ради лозунгов — они существуют ради счастья. И если завтра придёт новый правитель, и если он снова отрастит бороду — история повторится. Революции не делают бороды. Авторы любой революции — женщины. Нужно было думать об экономике, о фабриках, о работе, о быте. Даже фабрика по производству бюстгальтеров дала бы стране больше пользы, чем бесконечные крики «Долой Америку!» и мечты об атомной бомбе. Вы забыли...

My name is Miguel. I’m 28 years old, an ex-marine, and until two weeks ago, I was deep in the hole with the Agency. It was in that scenario of desperation that I found the ad. It wasn’t on the dark web, nor in some shady back alley. It was in a printed newspaper—the kind nobody reads anymore—forgotten on a park bench. The kind of place I shouldn't have even stopped to look at. It read: \------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ **NEEDED: STATIC FIELD SECURITY** Location: Boa Safra Farm (Interior of Mato Grosso, Brazil). Duration: 7 Nights (Harvest Period). Requirements: Extreme physical resilience, total muscle control, military discipline. Payment: US$ 1,000,000 (Tax-free, offshore deposit). NOTE: Candidate must be capable of remaining motionless for 12-hour periods. One million dollars. A scam, obviously. But when I called the number, the voice on the other end didn’t try to sell me anything. It just gave me GPS coordinates and a ...

My son graduated college 2 years ago, has a decent job, but still lives at home rent-free. He spends most of his money on gaming, eating out, and new tech. Last week we had an argument because I asked him to start paying $400/month rent. He screamed: “You’re my mom! You’re supposed to take care of me! I’m basically your retirement plan anyway!” I told him he has 30 days to find a place or I’m changing the locks. Now half my family is calling me heartless and saying “kids these days can’t afford to move out.” I still think I’m right?

I was on my way home after a long, draining shift. The metro was packed, but I managed to get a seat. A few stops later, a guy (looked around my age, maybe 24-25) sat next to me. I noticed he was shaking slightly. I glanced over and saw he was trying incredibly hard to hold back tears. He wasn't making a scene, just silently staring at the floor, wiping his eyes with his sleeve. Usually, I mind my own business. Asking "Are you okay?" feels awkward in a crowded train and sometimes people just want to be left alone. But I couldn't just ignore him. I was listening to some lo-fi/calm piano music. Without saying anything, I gently tapped his arm and held out my right earbud. He looked at me, confused for a second, then looked at the earbud. He took it. We sat there for about 20 minutes, sharing the same song in complete silence amidst the chaos of the metro. I could feel him slowly relax. His breathing slowed down. When his station came, he handed the earbud back, looked ...

It started last spring. I eat my lunch in my car at the same half-empty office park every day. One day, I dropped a piece of my sandwich crust. A little bird darted in, grabbed it, and looked at me. The next day, I brought a bag of birdseed. I’d sprinkle a little pile on the asphalt two spaces over. Within a week, a small squadron of birds would be waiting in the hedge at 12:15 sharp. It became our ritual. They’d hop around, chirping, while I ate. We had an understanding. They got lunch; I got company. Today was different. They were there, but they weren't eating. They were clustered around something. As I got closer, I saw it: a single, perfect, blue-tipped feather, placed neatly in the center of the usual seed spot. They watched me. I picked it up. It wasn't from any of them (they’re all brown and grey). It felt like a thank you note. Or a receipt. I sat in my car holding this impossibly blue feather, and for the first time in a long time, I felt truly seen and... blessed.

I’ve been trying to build my own thing for the last 6 years. While my friends were getting promoted, buying cars, and traveling, I was sitting in my room, staring at failed codes and rejected ideas. Honestly, I was done. I felt like a loser. I felt like I was burdening my family. Today, I sat with my Dad and finally let it out. I told him, "Dad, I can't do this anymore. I think I should just quit and find a normal job. I wasted 6 important years of my life." My Dad, who usually doesn't talk much about emotions, looked at me and said something that hit me harder than any motivational video. He said, "Son, those 6 years weren't wasted, they were invested. After every mistake, you learned something new, right?" I nodded. He continued, "Listen, nothing in this world is stronger than you. What belongs to you will come to you, it’s not going anywhere. You just have to keep working hard. You’ve put 6 years into this... if you step back now, THAT would be ...