extended family
All about how to stay connected, strengthen ties and talk politics with your big, happy extended family.
3 Highly Rated Mini Fridges
In today’s world of compact living and on-the-go lifestyles, mini fridges have become more than just a dorm room staple — they’re essential appliances for bedrooms, offices, caravans, and even beauty counters. Whether you’re looking to keep your drinks chilled, your skincare fresh, or your snacks within arm’s reach, there’s a mini fridge designed to suit your needs.
By Kyle Ross-Waddell10 months ago in Families
Not All Wounds Are Visible: The Lingering Impact of Gender-Based Violence
When people hear the term gender-based violence, many instantly picture bruises, black eyes, or hospital visits. While physical injuries are often the most visible outcomes of abuse, they are far from the only consequences. The deeper damage often lies beneath the surface—scars that can’t be photographed, documented, or stitched closed. These are the invisible wounds that linger: the psychological, emotional, and societal impacts that can haunt survivors for a lifetime.
By Niaz Ahmad 10 months ago in Families
Empowering Half the World
Introduction Women make up nearly half of the global population, yet for centuries, their voices have been silenced, their contributions overlooked, and their rights denied. The fight for women’s rights is not just about fairness; it’s about recognizing the inherent dignity and potential of every human being. Empowering women and ensuring their equal participation in all aspects of life is crucial to building a just, peaceful, and progressive world.
By Niaz Ahmad 10 months ago in Families
My Little Baby M ... cubed
To Baby M (cubed), I learned a lot more than I had expected to learn. I went to see someone about you because I bled and then I stopped and then I bled some more - and I told myself that I wouldn't get an ultrasound, but then I got scared for your wellbeing.
By The Schizophrenic Mom10 months ago in Families
The Living Memory
The Living Memory In a peaceful village, there was a giant banyan tree. It wasn’t just any tree—it was the heart of the village. People gathered under its shade to talk, to share, and to remember. This tree had witnessed generations grow up and change, and it was deeply connected to the villagers’ lives. Beneath its branches lived Amma Latha, an old woman who was known for her wisdom and the beautiful stories she told. Amma Latha had lived in the village for many years. She had seen it all—the good times and the bad. Every evening, children would sit at her feet, listening to stories about the village’s past, about the gods, and about people who lived before them. Amma's stories connected everyone to their history. She was the village's living memory. But times were changing. One day, a government official came to the village with some news. A new highway was being planned to pass through the village, and to make space for the road, the banyan tree would have to be cut down. The villagers were shocked. For some, the road was a sign of progress. It would bring better roads, schools, and jobs. But for others, the idea of cutting down the tree was unthinkable. It meant losing a piece of the village’s heart and history. Amma Latha was upset but stayed quiet. She knew the tree had been there long before her, and it had seen much more than just the present. Her granddaughter, Rekha, had just returned from the city for her summer vacation. She was excited to see her grandmother, but when she heard about the tree being cut down, she felt torn. She loved the village and its traditions, but she also saw the potential benefits of the road. “Maybe the road will bring good things, Paati,” Rekha said gently, trying to comfort Amma. Amma Latha looked at her granddaughter with wise, tired eyes. “Progress is not the same as forgetting, Rekha,” she said softly. “This tree holds our memories. If we let it go, we may forget who we are.” Later that night, Amma Latha called Rekha and Farhan, an orphan whom she had raised, into her room. She handed them a small, cloth-wrapped book. “I have written down the stories of this village,” she said. “These stories come from this tree, from my heart. If the tree is gone, we must keep the memories alive.” The next morning, Amma passed away quietly in her sleep. The village mourned her loss deeply. The banyan tree, too, seemed to mourn. Overnight, all the leaves fell, as if the tree knew Amma was gone. But the work to cut the tree down began anyway. The villagers were divided. Some, like Prakash, the shopkeeper’s son, supported the road. “This is the way forward,” he said. “We need this road. It will bring progress.” But Rekha and Farhan, holding Amma’s memory book, knew they couldn’t let the village forget its roots. They decided to speak up at the village meeting. Rekha stood in front of the gathered villagers. “This tree is more than just wood and leaves,” she said, her voice trembling with emotion. “It holds the memories of our people. If we cut it down, we are cutting away a part of who we are.” The villagers listened. One by one, they remembered the stories Amma had told them. They remembered their own memories beneath the banyan’s branches. Even Prakash, who had been so focused on the future, found himself thinking about his own childhood, the many times he had sat under the tree with his father. A petition was made to save the tree, and soon, the story of the village’s fight spread beyond the small community. People from nearby towns came to support them, and the government listened. After much debate, they agreed to reroute the highway, saving the banyan tree. On the day the machines left, Rekha and Farhan sat under the tree, the memory book between them. The sun shone through the branches, and children played around them, just as they had done in Amma’s time. Rekha opened the book and began reading one of Amma’s stories out loud. Farhan joined in, and soon, the villagers gathered around, listening to the words that had kept their history alive. “Amma would have been happy,” Rekha said, her eyes filled with tears. Farhan nodded. “She never really left us,” he said softly. “She’s still here, in the stories. In the tree.” The banyan tree stood strong, its branches full once more. It was more than just a tree. It was the living memory of a village, a place where the past and the present met, where people remembered who they were and what they stood for. And so, the village lived on—not just in buildings and roads, but in the stories shared under the banyan’s shade, generation after generation.
By Muneebkhanoffical 10 months ago in Families
5 Honest Reasons Men Keep Their Relationships a Secret — Even When They’re in Love
You’ve been dating for months. You know his siblings. He knows your favorite late-night snack. The conversations are deep, the chemistry is electric — but the relationship? Still invisible to the world.
By Abdushakur Mrisho10 months ago in Families
Cultivating Deep and Lasting Love
Building a Resilient Partnership in a Distracted World In today's hyperconnected yet emotionally distant world, nurturing a meaningful relationship requires intentional effort and presence. What makes a relationship truly extraordinary isn't grand gestures or perfect compatibility, but rather the consistent, thoughtful actions that build trust, intimacy, and joy over time. Whether you're in the exhilarating early stages of romance or working to revitalize a long-term commitment, these principles can help you develop a connection that withstands life's inevitable challenges.
By Muhammad Afaq 10 months ago in Families
Top Rated Video Security Door Bells
In today’s world, home security is no longer a luxury—it’s a necessity. Whether you’re protecting your family, deterring porch pirates, or just wanting peace of mind when you’re away, smart security devices are becoming essential tools for modern homeowners. One of the most popular and effective upgrades is the security doorbell camera, which lets you monitor your front door in real-time, communicate with visitors remotely, and keep a record of any activity on your property.
By Kyle Ross-Waddell10 months ago in Families
My Romantic Thriller Love Story. Content Warning.
Started a rainy thursday. I remember the clouds have reflected what I felt - heavy, wild, uncertain. My life was a late cake loss, a wander of memories and a heart that is very burned to believe again.After it entered.many. The womanwith the throne in the eyes and a storm in his heart. It wasn't just beautiful - it was dangerous, the dangerous guy that makes you forget your name, but remember your feelings. I met you in the bookcase I worked Part-mime, located between pockets and dusty poems who know more about me than I have never said.asked a pairs of "average high", and laughed. "Classic class", I said.she smiles. "Little Like Love, Right?"was the moment he started. Not with focus or music, but with this sentence, wrapped in mystery and a little pain.for the weeks turned. Sometimes for a book, sometimes for coffee, sometimes right they converse Never told a lot of his life. There was given - Bruzy pages in his past, a man was running and a secret that held him to be at night.but I did not request. I just heard. Was all you needed.to one night, I found waiting in front of my apartment. Sailed in the rain, the eyes extended with the panic."I found me," I whispered.and so here, my life has become thriller for whom I have not registered.Corse.Cities in the city, trained to train, as chatters from one of these criminal romances that has loved .. I don't know what's more scared - caught or loved again. She did not tell me but I saw the way she holds hands when she thought it was asleep.I should let go. But I was already very deep.Love, True Love, it's not sweet. Is wild. Logic tears and burns the rules. And with him, I didn't live alone - it was alive.the truth has broke a night in Delhi.Aspective in an invite house near the old city, be with lights and stories l ocean the walls.
By Rifat Khan10 months ago in Families
