Mohbad said “peace,” and I thought he was talking to me personally.
The website is gone. The content is gone. The interviews are gone. Everything I built on Synqd from day one, suspended into thin air like NEPA took the light on the internet itself.
No backup. No warning. Just a blank screen and my own face staring back at me in the reflection.
I played Mohbad’s “Peace” immediately. Not for comfort. Because it was the only song that made sense. Wetin be this one like this.
Stage one: confusion. I refreshed the page six times. As if the seventh refresh was going to resurrect everything. As if my articles were just hiding. Playing a prank. About to jump out and say “gotcha.”
They did not jump out.
Stage two: anger. At who? I don’t even fully know. The hosting situation. The universe. Myself for not having a backup like a responsible person. My laptop just sat there, innocent, unbothered, which made it worse somehow.
Stage three: bargaining. Maybe some of the drafts are somewhere. Maybe a Google Doc survived. Maybe one cached version exists on some forgotten browser tab from three weeks ago.
Reader, no cached version existed.
Stage four: Mohbad on repeat.
The interviews hurt the most
I can rewrite articles. I can have opinions again; I have never been short of those. New takes, new angles, new pieces. Fine.
But the interviews? Those pain me differently.
You know how much work goes into a good interview? The preparation. The research. The back and forth to schedule it. The actual conversation where you’re trying to listen, think, and follow up all at the same time. And then the writing, turning someone’s words into something that honours what they actually said.
Those don’t just come back. Those were people’s stories, sitting on a server somewhere, now inaccessible to everyone, including me.
That one entered.
But here’s the thing: I’m coming back stronger, and I have Sulato’s support
I’m going to reupload what I can. The drafts I still have, the pieces I can recover, the interviews I can trace, they’re going back up. Slowly, but they’re going back.
And everything else? We start fresh. Sulato, my big brother, the website developer, encouraged me.
Because the alternative is to sit here and let a suspension be the end of something I’m clearly not done with. And I’m too stubborn for that. Too invested. Too far into this thing to fold because of a setback I didn’t see coming.
Synqd is not the website. Synqd is the work. And the work didn’t get suspended.
Mohbad named that song right. Sometimes peace is not the calm, serene kind. Sometimes peace is the kind you have to choose in the middle of chaos. The kind where everything has gone wrong, and you look at it, accept it, and decide to keep going anyway.
I lost the content. I didn’t lose the plot.
We move.
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