extended family
All about how to stay connected, strengthen ties and talk politics with your big, happy extended family.
My Life
Hello my name is Rediwan Muhammed I was born in Ethiopia 2006 I am currently 15 years old I was born in a very poor country and my mum and dad were very poor at that time. I have 5 sibblings 2 sister and 3 brothers and I’m the secound youngest In the family. My family was struggling a lot back than we had to go throw alot, my dad always looked for jobs and the weren’t a lot of jobs to do back than and they jobs that were available they didn’t pay enough money. In 2012 My mum was very sink and we tried taking her to the doctors but we didn’t have enough money to get the cure she needed. Everyone was very worried about my mum we tried getting the money they asked but it just wasn’t enough. We prayed every morning and night for my to get better, one day my dad got a decent job at a Company we’re he had to carry stuff on his back and take to diffrent places my dad was a strong man he never says his tired or hungry he always worked to get us out of the struggle we were in at time. Dad worked and worked and we saved all the money we had for our mums cure and we went to check in we the doctors and we finally had enough after my mum got the cure she got better and better everyday and one day she could start walking back on her legs and we were so happy. We got our first hosue in 2013 and it was one of our best day but just couple days after that my dad left for a long time started finding a way to go to Australia and his dream going to Australia started becoming real after he got his visa and everything he come back home to us and said his going to Australia we wouldn’t believe him but after we saw the visa we were so happy. After my dad moved to Australia in 2014 he started finding a way to get all of us to Australia and he worked everyday and got all of us a visa and a ticket to Australia and my whole family moved to Australia in Aprill 2015 it was the best day of our life. Now my older brother goes to University doing architecture my secound older brother is also in university to doing engineer my oldest sister didn’t had time to go to school she had baby and it was hard for her to go to school and look after baby my secound older sister is In collage my little brother is in high school with me. I am looking forward to great future that I always wanted I want to be a businessman and I don’t want any of my children to go throw the process, struggle me and my family had go throw, I want them to have everything they need and Am always gonna be there for them. I don’t want ma children to grow on the bad side I want the to be a good children who stay focused on they school and who has plans for future, I am working at hungry jacks currently I don’t get payed enough money but it doesn’t matter I’m only in ur 10 there is not much money I need the money I get payed is more than enough for me and I can help my mum and dad when they need it. I wanna make my dream to be come true.
By Rediwan Muhammed4 years ago in Families
Relationship Human
Can Someone Fear Human One thing that somebody could frequently battle with is feeling alone and confined from others. During this time, they could be frantic for human contact and trust that they will before long invest energy with another or a couple of others.
By AJIT KUMAR DIWAKAR4 years ago in Families
Relationships are also weird
Relationships are also strange. No matter how much a person thinks or refuses, they are inseparable. There is no perfection in human beings. The choice of relationships is chosen by the Almighty. Denial of these relationships is tantamount to denial of the decisions of the Almighty. Not a single person in the world values the fact that he is able to adopt his color, appearance, lineage, lineage. He needs his decisions for that because it is not possible. If his birth is subject to any of his desires, then it is the dark fog of relationships. They are even more delicate than watermelons. Your mother is the only person among the people who can be counted on the fingers, then how strange it is not to appreciate or respect the relationship. That is why Amir al-mu'minin Hazrat Ali had said: This is why he has no respect for his real relationship There are also such people. Many years ago, a man died. His funeral prayers were offered. When he was taken to the graveyard for burial, he did not know where he came from. Grabbing a foot of the corpse's bed, he said with great horror and said that the deceased owed me Rs. 1.5 million. First give me my money and then I will allow him to be buried. There was crying, now everyone is standing and watching the spectacle. More and more people have gathered from one place to another. A son said, "We don't even know who you are." The second one said, "Daddy never told us anything like that. He is indebted, so why should we pay 1.5 million?" The third one said, "Yes, I remember. The debtors of the deceased said that if the son refuses then the brothers of the deceased are present to pay the debt. I know that the deceased had built a house for his two brothers at his own expense. If not responsible then why should we give? The people present at the funeral explained to the debtors that you should allow the burial. If the deceased was indeed indebted to you, then we promise to support you and take your money. But he did not agree. He said that there is only one case of burial. Let me pay Rs. He has started talking and he is still holding the corpse's bed. After a long time, word reached the women of the house that he is a strange stubborn person, he is not obeying anyone, his debt is still being demanded. She reached out to the man with all the money she had. I will definitely pay your dues. Please don't stop my father's funeral. It was heard that the person who demanded the loan started weeping. People said that he is a very strange man. He used to stop the funeral procession from going to the graveyard to collect Rs 1.5 million. Now the daughter of the deceased is repaying the loan. Isaac said in a very sad tone that he forgave me but he had no choice but to do so. He addressed the gathering and said: He came to me on his own and helped me. I told him that the real thing is that I did not take Rs.
By Salman Khan4 years ago in Families
You're my rock
The sun shone faintly. Its rays merely grazed us. Our thick, autumn sweaters hardly did enough to shield us from the rampant October chill. I looked up to see the clouds. Gray, really. Obnoxious yet occasional streaks of cyan followed. Wondering what else was happening beyond my three feet of height, I looked up to my right. It was then that I got my first solid, memorable glimpse of you.
By Vishal Sharma4 years ago in Families
The Village
I cannot begin to name all the people who have helped me raise my children. As a single mom of 3 boys whose ages cover a 10-year span, I was always thanking some parent or friend for coming to my rescue when I needed to be in more than one place at one time. But as my family was torn apart by mental illness there were a handful of people who went above and beyond. This is my thank you to the village, all of those who stepped up when my kids needed them.
By Dawn Olderr-Montalvo4 years ago in Families
The Lemon House
I’m not sure if you know the story of the day we met, but it was a series of unfortunate events before I came to stay with you. Hours before we’d meet, I was woken up by the sound of construction outside my window after a late night texting my brother about giving up on life. I’d abruptly left my temporary home of six months and after staying in a hotel for a few weeks I ended up at an Airbnb with a strict host. I only had accommodations for one night and no money to extend my reservation. I tried to bargain with my host but she was determined on her nightly rate, and sarcastically advised me to checkout in the morning. I looked through my phone to find another place to stay, and came across your listing on AirBnb. It was an affordable option and your photo radiated warmth through the phone. Although I was skeptical after my experience with my previous host, I knew I had to make a decision quickly so I went ahead and booked a couple nights with you. I needed to arrive soon since the host had me checkout in the morning, so I contacted you to see if you would allow me an early check in. When I heard your voice I knew you were a sweet soul and I felt like I was moving in the right direction. You were so thoughtful to try and rearrange your day to make sure I had access to your home, even trying your best to leave work early to make sure you could get to the house before me to get the room prepared. I got off the call feeling relieved, knowing I had somewhere to go. I’d spent the last money I had on your reservation, with only enough for food, so I packed my suitcase and headed to the bus stop to get to your neighborhood. As I lugged my suitcase down the street it began to shower, and I started to feel hopeless again. I silently asked God to stand with me and keep my spirits high, but I couldn’t pretend I was okay any longer. I arrived to the bus stop and waited as the rain fell steadily, getting heavier with every minute while I listened to music to keep me calm. I obsessively checked my phone to see what time the bus would arrive, but it never showed up. After about twenty minutes I felt it would never come, and I began to breakdown in tears from an overflow of emotion. I watched as cars passed me, and contemplated on calling an Uber to get me to your address knowing I’d have to ration the food I had if I did. I held out a bit longer, and it finally came around the corner. The bus driver gave me an odd look as I lifted my hefty suitcase onto the platform. I looked back at her and thanked her, just happy she’d arrived. While riding I fantasized what it would be like staying with you. I imagined you’d have a cranky husband who would sit in a chair and watch my every move, or that I would get up to you making breakfast early in the morning. My mind kept racing, trying to prepare itself for a new environment, until I finally reached the bus stop near your house. When I got off the bus, the first thing I saw was my old elementary school, Grimes. It was one of the first schools I went to before my mother left the southeast side of Houston. I was flooded with nostalgia seeing the old basketball court in front of the school. It used to feel so invigorating every time my mom would drive by, and I remembered sunny days in the car after school when she would pick me up. I use to imagine the court as an NBA stadium, It seemed so vibrant and large back then and beaming with energy. My nostalgic trip quickly came to an end as clouds formed above and it began to shower, casting a cold hue onto the court. I walked down your street trying to roll my suitcase against the cracked pavement, while dogs greeted me with a ferocious bark as I passed each backyard in the neighborhood. I made it to your street and the rain began to pour down as I looked for your house. I kept treading through as water soaked my clothes and luggage, finally reaching a bright yellow home in the color of a lemon. I walked up the ramp, seeing that I arrived twenty minutes before you said you’d be home and patiently waited for you under the canopy, watching the rain as it drummed on the patio chairs. A man pulled up and I thought he was your husband and I prepared myself for a stiff introduction. He ended up being one of your tenants and made me feel right at home, offering one of your other rooms to wait in until you got off of work. Exhausted, I changed out of my wet clothes and napped in a chair until you arrived. You came into the room full of energy in a pint sized package and got me settled into the house, showing me where everything was located and offering your personal number in case I needed anything. I immediately sensed your nurturing qualities and felt like I would be okay for the time being and headed back to sleep.
By Justin Smith4 years ago in Families
