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Falling: Keeley Hawes and Paapa Essiedu’s new Channel 4 drama is an unexpected love story
The new Channel 4 drama Falling, starring Keeley Hawes (Bodyguard, Line of Duty) and (I May Destroy You, explores an unexpected love story in a way that is both surprising and moving.
By Sudu Omor10 months ago in Chapters
The India-Pakistan War of 2025: A Dangerous Escalation and its Global Implications
Introduction The conflict between India and Pakistan has been one of the most persistent and perilous geopolitical struggles of the modern era. Despite multiple ceasefires and attempts at diplomacy, the relationship between these two nuclear-armed neighbors has been fraught with tension and conflict. The year 2025 marks a significant chapter in this long history, as both nations find themselves on the brink of war once again. The catalyst for this dramatic escalation was a deadly terrorist attack on April 22, 2025, in the Indian-administered region of Jammu and Kashmir, which has sparked a series of retaliatory military and diplomatic measures.
By Umair Ali Shah 10 months ago in Chapters
About this mental health research news
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By Health and Beauty10 months ago in Chapters
Pope Francis Simplified Papal Funerals. Not Everyone Will Notice.
Papal funerals were simplified by Pope Francis. Not Everyone Will Notice Vatican City — April 2025 Pope Francis has simplified the rites and traditions associated with papal funerals with new guidelines, a quiet but powerful move. The modifications, which are meant to emphasize humility and the fundamental Christian values of simplicity and service, may go unnoticed by many outside the Vatican. However, they reflect Francis' broader papacy themes. A departure from long-standing customs Papal funerals have traditionally been elaborate affairs filled with pageantry, ritual, and pomp that are rooted in centuries of tradition. Each instance has been rich in symbolism, from the Fisherman's Ring's riteful destruction to the triple coffin made of cypress, lead, and oak. But Pope Francis, known for rejecting excessive ceremony since his election in 2013, has pared much of that back.
By Sajedur Rahman10 months ago in Chapters
How to Order a McDonald's Filet-O-Fish for a Consistently Fresh Sandwich
When it comes to seafood, it's always best to buy it fresh. That holds true even in the case of fast food seafood, such as the Filet-o-Fish sandwich from McDonald's, which was initially developed due to the fact that fish is not considered meat during Lent. A warming tray, which McDonald's uses to store a lot of its prepared food, is not something you want to sit on for a long time with fried fish. Fortunately, you can easily request that your Filet-O-Fish sandwich be "cooked to order" or "made fresh" each time. Although some tricks suggest that changing your order, such as ordering it without cheese or tartar sauce, will result in a new sandwich, doing so alters the sandwich's inherent balance. As verified by McDonald's employees on Reddit, there is also no need to do so when you can simply ask for it to be cooked to order. In point of fact, the Filet-O-Fish is one of the many items on the McDonald's menu that can be prepared to order.
By Shaeen Sarker10 months ago in Chapters
Unraveling Worlds. Content Warning.
“Dear Ananke, what is wrong, Lo... Oh no, I'm so so sorry, Love. I see now what happened, I did not expect you to adapt and absorb the energy from the rest of us so quickly... Even though you are hurting right now, please understand this is a good thing...”
By Luna Verity10 months ago in Chapters
Unraveling the Secrets of the Bermuda Triangle"
The sea was calm when the Orpheus set sail from Miami, heading southeast into the Atlantic. Dr. Elena Marquez, a renowned marine physicist, stood at the helm, her eyes fixed on the horizon. For years, she had studied anomalies in the Bermuda Triangle, but this time was different. This mission wasn’t about remote sensors or satellite data—it was personal.
By Habib Ullah10 months ago in Chapters
FRom Pages To Dream
The Small Room Ava lived in a small, dimly lit room in the local orphanage. She had been there since she was five, after her parents passed away in a tragic accident. Now, at twelve, Ava had grown accustomed to the routine of institutional life.
By Tahir10 months ago in Chapters
Strength Meets Skill.
The Challenge In the small village of Ashwood, a legendary strong man named Grimbold had been undefeated in combat for years. His massive physique and brute strength intimidated even the bravest warriors. Grimbold reveled in his reputation, often boasting about his invincibility.
By Tahir10 months ago in Chapters
Read Justice Alito's disapproval of the Supreme Court's late-night order preventing some deportations.
In a sharp dissCourt of Appeal of the United States ent that slammed the seven-member majority, Justice Samuel Alito wrote that the Supreme Court acted "literally in the middle of the night" and "without sufficient explanation" in preventing the Trump administration from deporting any Venezuelans held in northern Texas under an 18th-century wartime law.
By MD ANAMUL HAQUE10 months ago in Chapters
homeless
Homelessness is a complex and deeply rooted social issue that affects millions of people across the globe. Despite the prosperity and development in many parts of the world, the sight of individuals sleeping on sidewalks, huddling in makeshift shelters, or holding signs for help remains tragically common. Homelessness is not just the absence of a roof over one’s head—it is the loss of safety, dignity, and opportunity. Understanding the causes, consequences, and potential solutions to homelessness is essential if we are to build more compassionate and equitable societies.
By rasong nokrek10 months ago in Chapters
The Day the Bank Went Silent
**The Vault at Maple Street** It was a quiet Tuesday morning in the town of Brookfield. The streets were just beginning to buzz with the start of the day. Shopkeepers rolled up shutters, children rushed off to school, and the small but sturdy Maple Street Bank opened its heavy wooden doors at 9:00 a.m. sharp. Cynthia, the branch manager, was already behind her desk, flipping through morning paperwork. She was a calm, capable woman in her fifties, known for her neat bun and no-nonsense attitude. Around her, the tellers—young Joey, patient Ms. Hill, and the ever-nervous Tim—began their routines. Customers trickled in with smiles and small talk. Everything felt ordinary. Until it didn’t. At 9:34 a.m., the glass doors of the bank swung open with a jarring bang. In stepped three masked men, each holding a weapon, their black clothes sharp against the beige interior of the bank. “Everyone on the ground!” the leader barked. Screams erupted. A woman fainted near the loan desk. Joey ducked behind the counter. Cynthia stood frozen, heart hammering, as the leader stalked toward her. He was tall, eyes cold behind his mask. “Vault. Now.” Cynthia’s instincts kicked in. “There’s a time-lock,” she said, voice steady. “It won’t open until 10:00 a.m.” “Then we wait,” the man growled, waving his weapon at the tellers. “Nobody plays hero.” The other two robbers moved swiftly, forcing the dozen or so customers to lie face-down on the marble floor, collecting phones and wallets. One kept watch at the door, peering out every few seconds like a paranoid hawk. Inside the vault room, the seconds ticked loudly. Cynthia, escorted at gunpoint, sat with her back to the vault door. “You won’t get far,” she said quietly. The man didn’t respond. He paced. He seemed older than she expected, not reckless like a teenager. This was calculated. Clean. But there was something desperate in his movements, something just under the surface. Back in the lobby, Tim was shaking. His eyes flicked to the silent alarm under his desk. He knew one twitch might trigger disaster. Ms. Hill, ever the composed grandmotherly type, made eye contact with him, almost as if to say, “Don’t.” He listened. For now. Ten minutes passed. Then fifteen. The customers whispered prayers. A toddler sobbed quietly into his mother’s dress. The robbers didn’t speak much. But the one at the door—he looked young, maybe twenty—was sweating. “Police,” he muttered. “Someone’s called them by now. They’re coming.” The leader scowled. “We have time.” “No we don’t!” the younger one hissed. “I told you this wouldn’t work “Enough!” the leader snapped. Cynthia was watching everything. “Who are you?” she asked him suddenly. He looked at her, startled. “What?” “You’re not just here for the money. You planned this too carefully. You’re not like the others.” He hesitated. “You don’t know anything.” “I know a desperate man when I see one.” He stepped back, visibly shaken. “Shut up.” But the damage was done. His hands trembled. For a second, his mask slipped—not physically, but emotionally. Cynthia saw it. “You’re in debt,” she guessed. “Medical? Family trouble?” His silence was the answer. The clock on the wall ticked past 10:00 a.m. With a hiss, the vault’s lock released. The heavy metal door creaked open. The leader grabbed Cynthia by the arm and pulled her to her feet. “Open the safe boxes. Fill this,” he said, tossing her a duffel bag. Cynthia obeyed, moving slowly. “You won’t make it out,” she said again. “This town is small. They’ll find you.” “Then maybe I don’t care anymore,” he muttered. Down the hall, the young robber by the door gasped. “Sirens. They’re here!” Panic spread like fire. The youngest bolted for the back exit, ignoring orders. The third, the quiet one, followed. Only the leader remained, hand trembling as he gripped the bag. Cynthia turned, looked him in the eye. “You still have a choice.” He didn’t speak. But he didn’t move either. Outside, police were shouting. Brookfield’s small SWAT team had surrounded the building. A negotiator called through a bullhorn, asking for calm, promising safety. Inside, the man closed his eyes. After a long moment, he dropped the bag. It hit the ground with a dull thud, spilling cash onto the cold floor. “I’m done,” he whispered. He raised his hands and walked out slowly, Cynthia following behind him. The newspapers called it *“The Calm in the Chaos: How One Bank Manager Prevented a Tragedy.”* No shots were fired. No lives were lost. And Cynthia? She stayed at Maple Street Bank for five more years, her calm wisdom becoming the quiet legend of Brookfield. As for the robber—his real name was David—he was sentenced to prison, but with the judge’s recommendation for a rehabilitation program. He wrote Cynthia once from prison: *“Thank you for seeing me when I couldn’t even see myself.”* She never replied, but she kept the letter in her drawer, beneath a neat stack of deposit slips—because sometimes, the hardest battles aren’t stopped with force, but with understanding.
By Tahir10 months ago in Chapters