extended family

All about how to stay connected, strengthen ties and talk politics with your big, happy extended family.

Father
The early morning sun peeked over the edge of the small village rooftops, casting long golden shadows across the narrow mud path. In one of the quieter corners of the village, Ravi adjusted the old, fraying strap of his bicycle and looked back at the sleeping house. A small handprint was still visible on his shirt from his son’s sleepy hug last night. He smiled faintly, brushed the dust off his trousers, and pedaled toward the city.
By Muhammad Wisal7 months ago in Families
Mother
The rain fell gently against the windowpane, rhythmic and soothing, like a lullaby whispered by the skies. The hospital room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor and the occasional murmur of nurses walking by. Inside, Meera lay still, one hand on her belly, the other gently curled beside her pillow. Her eyes were closed, but she was not asleep. She was remembering.
By Muhammad Wisal7 months ago in Families
Busy Hands, Silent Heart — A Father's Love You’ll Never Hear About
7:00 AM — Sabya, Saudi Arabia. The sun hasn’t even softened yet, but the heat is already biting through his work clothes. He lifts a cold steel hammer, wearing gloves torn from weeks of labor. His back aches, his stomach growls — but he smiles anyway. Because three little faces live inside his heart.
By Muhammad Aqib7 months ago in Families
Dancing Through Time: The Day Nana Remembered Joy
In a quiet neighborhood where the trees whispered with the wind and birds made symphonies out of silence, lived Nana—a woman of gentle strength and timeless kindness. To most of the world, she was just another elderly lady with silver hair and a soft laugh. But to her family, she was the heartbeat of generations.
By Atif jamal 7 months ago in Families
Sexual Poverty; The Silent Childe Abuse
In a world dominated by fast-growing technology and weakened moral structures, the term “Sexual Poverty” is a dangerously ignored threat that continues to destroy the lives of countless young boys and girls. Behind smiling faces, school gates, religious centers, and even social platforms, there are predators watching—hunting for their next innocent victim. These criminals do not always wear masks or carry weapons. They often carry gifts, advice, and fake promises. And their prey is none other than our children.
By Keramatullah Wardak7 months ago in Families
My Mother Erased Herself So That I Could Become Someone
I was warm every winter night, but I never knew the only blanket my mother had was me. People talk about sacrifice, but most don’t know what it looks like until it has a face. Until it has rough hands, cracked from washing strangers’ dishes. Until it has eyes that never sleep, and a smile that hides the pain of a hundred silent battles. That’s what my mother was a breathing definition of love so raw it bled.
By Ashraf 7 months ago in Families
The River Took Them – A Tragedy in Swat That the World Must Not Forget
It was supposed to be a joyous trip. A family from Sialkot, Pakistan, packed their belongings, full of excitement for a journey to Swat — a place famous for its mountains, rivers, and the beauty that attracts thousands of tourists each year. It was a small vacation to breathe, to relax, to take a break from the daily grind of city life. None of them knew this trip would be their last.
By Qutbi Alam 7 months ago in Families
The Last Cup of Chai
He wasn’t cold, or cruel, or absent. He was just...quiet. The kind of man who believed love didn’t need to be spoken if it was shown. He built our home brick by brick. He brought groceries every Sunday like clockwork. He always filled up the gas tank in my mom’s car before she asked. But he never said “I love you.” Not once.
By Habibullah7 months ago in Families
Two Minds, One World: A Generation Apart
The city buzzed with neon light and silent drones. Tall skyscrapers pierced the twilight, their glass facades shimmering with holographic billboards advertising everything from virtual vacations to AI-enhanced education. On a terrace café overlooking this vibrant metropolis, two figures sat across from each other—a young man and an old man—each shaped by vastly different eras.
By YOUNG MINDSET7 months ago in Families
When Love Turns into Loneliness
We used to talk about everything. From which suya joint had the best pepper to what kind of house we’d raise our kids in one day. There was a time Kunle couldn’t go five minutes without saying something to make me laugh. I still remember how he once stopped in the middle of traffic, leaned across the seat, and kissed me like the whole world had gone still.
By Oguntade Hafeez Olalekan7 months ago in Families
Letter to my Uncle. Content Warning.
She didn't do anything wrong... Everything that we were told she said or did... lies... She wasn't keeping him away from us... He wanted to stay away for awhile, because he wanted to know that they could make it on their own. He hated the way that you spoke (still speak) about her, about his best friend (and Best Man.) You don't really even want to be in their wedding, on his side... You are his father, and you aren't even sure you want to be on his side... I stepped up and was proud to be on hers, and when they had to switch me to his, I was perfectly fine with it. I'm starting to believe that the reason he hasn't shopped for his suit yet, is because you're the one stalling...
By Mara Edwards7 months ago in Families
The Weight of Dust and Dreams
He carried a worn-out leather sack on his shoulder His clothes were stained with dust His shoes were cracked and barely holding together
By Qutbi Alam 7 months ago in Families