Perspectives

Forbidden Desires: A Secret History of Banned Sex Positions . Content Warning.
The night clung to the city like perfume — warm, heavy, and impossible to shake off. Beyond the villa walls, the streets of Rome lay quiet, but here in the private chambers of Lucius Cassius Varro, silence was an illusion.
By Jiri Solc6 months ago in History
1 Houre Medieval Military Facts To Fall A Sleep To
Did you know that during the Siege of Acre, 20,000 defenders faced off against just 9,700 attackers—and still lost? Or that this siege lasted for two grueling years, claiming countless lives on both sides? These aren't just numbers—they represent real people caught in one of history's most complex and brutal military encounters. By the end of this exploration, you'll understand why the Siege of Acre wasn't just a battle; it was a microcosm of medieval warfare itself, showcasing every aspect from advanced technology to psychological manipulation.
By Haileyesus6 months ago in History
*The Scribe of Cordoba*
In the tenth century, when the streets of Cordoba shimmered under oil lamps and the scent of jasmine hung in the evening air, a young man named Zayd walked the cobbled paths toward the great library. He was slight of frame, with dark eyes that flickered with quiet intensity, and hands perpetually stained with ink.
By meerjanan6 months ago in History
The Day Everyone’s Search History Went Public
It happened at 8:03 AM. People all over the world woke up to a notification on their devices. No matter if it was a phone, laptop, or even a smart TV, the headline was the same:
By Farooq Hashmi6 months ago in History
*The Scribe of Lahore*
In the golden heat of 1860s Lahore, where the call to prayer still echoed over the rooftops and the scent of cardamom and dust hung in the air, there lived a quiet man named Faheem. His shop was small—just a nook between the grand Badshahi Mosque and the clamor of Anarkali Bazaar. Inside, shelves bowed under the weight of old books, ink-stained papers, and bundles of manuscripts tied with string. He was a scribe, one of the last who still wrote by hand, his pen moving across paper like a whisper.
By meerjanan6 months ago in History
The Green Children of Woolpit
"Two children stepped out of a wolf pit with green skin and a story from the twilight. We’ve been trying to find the door they used ever since."
By Veil of Shadows6 months ago in History
The Last Great General Stores
You hear it before you see it... the jingle of a doorbell that’s been hanging there for fifty years. The wood screen door creaks as you step inside. The air smells faintly of fresh coffee, pipe tobacco, and cedar. Somewhere to your left, an ancient Coca-Cola cooler hums beside a rack of fishing lures. A local farmer is picking up a bag of feed while a kid buys a single piece of penny candy with a nickel.
By The Iron Lighthouse6 months ago in History
Dear Sydney Sweeney: Turning the “Great Jeans” Controversy into a Learning Moment . Content Warning.
Trigger Warning: This article contains discussions of racism, slavery, eugenics, MAGA extremist ideology, and systemic discrimination. Please read with care.
By Jenna Deedy6 months ago in History
The Letter That Crossed Empires
In the year 1271, the world trembled beneath the shadow of the Mongol Empire. From the steppes of Central Asia to the gates of Eastern Europe, the name Khan carried both fear and awe. Kublai Khan, ruler of the Yuan Dynasty and grandson of Genghis, sat in his summer capital of Shangdu—a city of jade-tiled roofs and wide courtyards where scholars, merchants, and emissaries from a hundred lands gathered.
By meerjanan7 months ago in History
“The Last Letter of Kabul”
Kabul, 1839 — The air was thick with dust and silence, the kind that settles before a storm. A fifteen-year-old boy named Ameer moved through the narrow alleys of the old city like a shadow, his bare feet quiet against the sun-baked stones. In his hand, pressed tightly against his chest, was a folded sheet of paper sealed with wax—the last words of his father.
By meerjanan7 months ago in History
*The Last Letter from Delhi*
The summer of 1857 was unlike any other. Delhi, once alive with the murmur of poets and the scent of kebabs drifting through narrow lanes, now held its breath. Smoke curled from the ramparts of the Red Fort, and the air tasted of ash. The British had retaken the city, and silence followed the storm—broken only by the footsteps of soldiers and the quiet sobs of those left behind.
By meerjanan7 months ago in History
FloWrestling: Gatekeeper or Game-Changer?
Spend five minutes in a wrestling room—or ten browsing Twitter while viewing NCAA finals—and the name FloWrestling will be mentioned. Not quietly, mind you. Folks fawn, rage, and rewind its videos as if they're holy writ. Or sacrilege. Depending on who you ask.
By The Wrestling Writer7 months ago in History