Channel
@Thoughts_Hub
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8,727subscribers
-22 since we began measuring on 6 August 2026
Risers and fallers across the register · movement among entries of 3,162–10,000.
| Telegram ID | -1001372425731 |
|---|---|
| Type | Channel |
| Username | @Thoughts_Hub |
| Created | 26 May 2018 — measured — cross-checked against a third-party dataset (TGDataset) |
| First recorded | 6 August 2026 |
| Last confirmed live | 12 August 2026 |
| Measurements held | 5 |
| Confirmed unchanged | 1 time, most recently 12 August 2026 |
| On Telegram | t.me/Thoughts_Hub |
| Measured (UTC) | Subscribers | Change |
|---|---|---|
| 12 Aug 2026, 19:16 | 8,727 | -10 |
| 9 Aug 2026, 15:11 | 8,737 | -8 |
| 6 Aug 2026, 19:01 | 8,745 | -4 |
| 6 Aug 2026, 07:30 | 8,749 | no change |
| 6 Aug 2026, 07:24 | 8,749 | first reading |
20 posts held, back to 25 July 2023 — the reader has not yet reached the start of this channel’s public history, so older posts may sit further back, unread. Read across 14 pagesof Telegram’s post history, 20 posts per page.
Nothing published in the last 30 days. ERR and ER are rolling 30-day measures, so there is nothing to compute — we hold 20 posts for this entry, the most recent from 25 July 2023. An engagement rate over an empty window would be a number about nothing.
Here you exaggerate your stare whenever a person passes in front of you who is overwhelmed by the delusion in his being, a person who collapses, clinging to the nostrils of a fading person whom we roam in a hive of wheat in the hope that the miracle will rise in his organs. We perform a prayer for him for which the king and the kingdom line up.
Signed Hubeyb☁️
How would you like us to believe you're waiting? How can your texts sealed with the ivory of our bones read the fortune for us, while polishing a crown for you, which you inherit every morning like a date that worsens in the nightmares of our lost night?
Signed Hubeyb☁️
Now you fold your round table, polish the thoughts of your horses with the most fearless spurs, and sing the desert anthem to sailors on the road, and women at home. But who listens to you, when you are ignorant of Surat Douha and forget the catalog of legends? And it goes forth armed with laws to convince a people exhausted by their residence in the prison of the sea, to accept the shackles of the land, a people que…
Signed Hubeyb☁️
Are you a king or sky? To forget your knights in the cloud of their transient dreams, and to ignore the vocabulary of promise at the forefront of your reign?
Signed Hubeyb☁️
You exaggerated in sharpening the sword with the lust of the stone. You matched the rock with your heart. Justice mixed with the king's indiscretion. Are you the war against your people? Or are you peace be upon him?
Signed Hubeyb☁️
The soldiers who witnessed death, even if you put them in heaven, will not be happy because their souls are addicted to panic.
Signed Hubeyb☁️
Alone now in the forest, befriend the beast and open your suspicious heart to him.
Signed Hubeyb☁️
I try to go out on my own, and every time the only thing clinging to my coat pockets is the doorknob.
Signed Hubeyb☁️
I am not a shadow of anyone's body. Like clouds, I carry in my saliva the genes of transit, and the remnants of what my ancestors left of the ambiguity of the beginning and the end signs. I may be without soft hands that soothe the ingratitude of barren paths, to rearrange broken traffic lights in the columns of time.
Signed Hubeyb☁️
When he wakes up from his sleep and when he falls asleep in the gloomy morning and the joyful evening, he repeats, raving: No, there is no time left, there is no time for death, he sniffs the trail on the threshold as a wolf sniffs his urine in a moment of fury in the circle he drew for departure. There is no time for the phrase to shiver from the cliff of his being, falling from the trees of the deep unconscious, bl…
Signed Hubeyb☁️
On my back, I carry, like a camel, a heap of wishes, whose return has not grown, or perhaps, like the fruit of a rotten cactus thorns that has not withered. I have no field to plant what I have in my heart of the corpses of naked words. Signs of vigilance fail me.. when I am fascinated by the madness of a cold night with its ghosts. And from my deserted balcony, I look at me without a face that knows me.
Signed Hubeyb☁️
You groaned as if you were touched by lightning and madness when the hoopoe touched you, and before it got lost in your deep depression, you shone with weeping as the thirsty and barren earth when it rains, a thread of volcano splits from its womb.
Signed Hubeyb☁️
Showing the 12 most recent of 20 posts we hold for @Thoughts_Hub. View and reaction counts are the latest single reading for each post, not a live figure, and a recent post is still accumulating both. A view count marked ≈ was rounded by Telegram before we ever saw it — t.me prints views in full below 1,000 and to three significant figures above, so ≈1,200,000 means somewhere between 1,150,000 and 1,249,999. Unmarked counts are exact. Text is reproduced from the public post preview and truncated for length.
Citation-graph rank — 347,850 of 1,160,990entries in the measured graph. A weighted position computed from the forward and mention edges below — republished posts weigh more than named mentions — and recomputed periodically, over the whole graph. Published only as this ordinal position, never as a score: a position is a fact, and a score printed beside one channel’s name would read as a verdict this register does not make. The two counts beneath stay separate for the same reason mentions are never summed with forwards anywhere else on this page — a named-by count costs nothing to manufacture. The top 100 by this measure, or how it is computed.
Republished by
Channels on the register that have forwarded this channel's posts into their own feed.
Built only from forwarded posts we have actually read, on both sides. Coverage is early and deliberately incomplete: a missing link means we have not read the post that would prove it, never that the relationship does not exist. Counts are distinct forwarded posts observed, so they only ever go up as we read more.
Named by 2 registered channels — every channel on the register whose own posts have named this one, by its current username or any other username it currently holds, merged from two separately captured readings of the same fact so a namer caught by only one of them is not missed and a namer both caught is not counted twice. A username this channel has since dropped is not matched — that handle may belong to someone else now, and crediting today’s namer to yesterday’s owner would misattribute it.
Named by
Channels on the register whose posts name this channel's handle.
A mention is a weaker signal than a forward and is counted separately for that reason — naming a channel is not republishing it, and a handle in a post body is easy to place deliberately. The post counts beside each row below are distinct posts in which the handle appeared, from posts we have read on both sides — the “Named by N registered channels” figure above is a different count, of distinct NAMING CHANNELS rather than posts, and is not the sum of the rows under it.
A live page changes as we take new readings, so a citation should name the measurement it is based on, not just the URL. The line below cites the subscriber count as measured 12 August 2026 — this entry's latest reading, not the date you are reading this.
“Thoughts Hub” (@Thoughts_Hub), 8,727 subscribers as measured 12 August 2026. Telegram Register, tgregister.com/channel/Thoughts_Hub.
Full measurement history, CC BY 4.0. Every reading this register holds for this entry, not just the latest one, as a dated, downloadable record: CSV · JSON. Free to use with attribution to tgregister.com. Each file carries its own generation timestamp, which is the figure to cite for exactly when the data was retrieved.