Book of the Month
The Last Letter from My Grandfather. Content Warning.
When my grandfather passed away, I felt nothing but emptiness. He was always quiet, never told stories, and I assumed he had taken all his thoughts with him. But one week later, my mother handed me an old envelope hidden inside a drawer. What I read in that letter broke me — and rebuilt me at the same time.
By Qasim khan7 months ago in BookClub
I'm a Lucky
Everyone told me I was unlucky. Born in a storm, left on a church step in a cardboard box with a blanket and no name, I was named "Lucky" by the kind nun who found me. She believed every child was a blessing—even the ones the world had abandoned. I grew up in the Saint Mercy Orphanage on the edge of the city. We didn't have much: second-hand toys, chipped plates, and hand-me-down clothes that never fit quite right. But we had stories, hope, and each other.
By Farhat ullah7 months ago in BookClub
The letter that changed everything
Tania was 28, and from the outside, everything looked perfect. She worked as a customer relationship officer at a prestigious bank in Lahore. Her hair was always tied neatly, her heels clicked with authority, and her phone buzzed constantly with updates, approvals, and balance sheets. Her family was proud. Society approved. She was “settled.”
By Shehzad khan7 months ago in BookClub
Why Books About Leadership Development Still Matter
Leadership shapes the fulfillment of any organization, from school rooms to corporations. In today’s speedy-paced international, leaders have to be prepared to manual others through change. That’s why books about leadership development hold to maintain relevance. They do more than explain theories. They provide gear, insights, and route for all people intending to develop as a leader.
By Lisa Hormyko7 months ago in BookClub
Every Mirror in This House Lies Differently
The first time I noticed something wrong with the mirrors was the day after my mother’s funeral. I was brushing my teeth in the upstairs bathroom, the one she always kept too clean, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw her. Not her ghost or some shadowy presence — no, it was her, alive and vibrant, humming some old song while brushing her hair, just like she did every night.
By Zohaib Khan7 months ago in BookClub
