fact or fiction

Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about our family dynamics, traditions, and if there's such thing as a 'perfect family.'

The Window on Maple Street
Every morning, Mrs. Ada Clay sat by the bay window of her weathered house on Maple Street, a cup of black coffee in hand, her pale blue eyes fixed on the quiet road. To the townspeople, she was just an old woman with a lost past and a haunted heart. The window had become her ritual, her confessional, and her prison.
By Bilal Ahmad7 months ago in Families
The Last Letter I Could Never Send.
still remember the day you left. It was an ordinary morning, but everything changed by evening. You walked out of my life, taking with you not just yourself, but a part of me I never got back.
By USA daily update 7 months ago in Families
The Lost Treasure of Rainbow Island
Once upon a time, in a little village by the sea, there lived two adventurous children, Emma and Max. They were inseparable, and their days were filled with excitement and imagination. The village was known for its lush gardens, sandy shores, and a mysterious legend that had been passed down for generations: the story of the Lost Treasure of Rainbow Island.
By Sana Ullah7 months ago in Families
A Love Built on Trust
In the tranquil town of Maplewood, where ancient oaks cast dappled shadows on quiet streets and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee drifted from the corner café, lived Emma and Liam. They were the kind of couple that seemed to embody a perfect harmony—high school sweethearts whose love had blossomed into a steady partnership. Emma, with her radiant smile and uncanny ability to remember everyone’s special days, was a dedicated nurse at the local hospital. Liam, a high school math teacher with a dry wit and a patient heart, often stayed late to help students who struggled with numbers. Their days were filled with simple pleasures: Sunday picnics by the lake, shared laughter on their creaky porch swing, and the comfort of knowing they had each other. Their life was ordinary, yet profoundly theirs.
By Nauman Hassan Khan7 months ago in Families
The Day We Forgot to Say Goodbye
The morning was ordinary. That’s what still haunts me. My younger brother, Saad, was arguing about the last slice of toast — nothing dramatic, just the usual sibling squabble. I was running late for school, stuffing my books into my backpack with one hand and scrolling through my phone with the other. My father sat at the kitchen table, sipping his chai in silence, while my mother moved from stove to sink like clockwork.
By SAN7 months ago in Families
The Day Silence Replaced Her Voice
I never imagined silence could be so loud. It was a Thursday afternoon—the kind of day you forget before it’s even over. The sun peeked out between the clouds like it couldn’t decide whether to shine or hide. She had been sleeping more often those days, her voice growing thinner, softer—like a fading radio station in the background of life.
By Jawad Khan7 months ago in Families
When You Don't Feel Like Eating: What To Do During Early Pregnancy Nausea
"Doctor, if I eat anything, I feel like throwing up. But if I don’t eat, I feel dizzy!" This is one of the most common complaints I hear from my patients — especially in the first trimester of pregnancy. Just last week, Fatima came to my clinic. She was expecting her first baby. Her face showed signs of fatigue, but her eyes sparkled with happiness — and worry.
By Muhib Ullah 7 months ago in Families
How to Recognize a Toxic Relationship (and Find the Courage to Walk Away)
We all crave connection. We want to feel loved, valued, and understood. But sometimes, the person we trust the most can become the one who hurts us repeatedly.
By Kim Jon7 months ago in Families
The Forgotten Home
I hadn’t been back in twenty years. Not since Mom died. Not since we packed the last of the dishes into cardboard boxes and drove away from that creaking old house on the hill with the peeling green shutters.
By Nomi7 months ago in Families
She Told Me She Loved Me—Right Before Her Wedding
I met Maya in the spring. Not the metaphorical kind—the actual season. The world was waking up in color again after months of gray, and there she was, walking into my life with that same energy. She was the kind of person you didn’t just notice—you remembered. Loud laugh. Soft eyes. A warmth that settled around her like a second skin.
By Muhammad Sabeel7 months ago in Families
The Generations
Leo, a chef by trade but a wanderer by nature, found himself standing in his grandmother's quiet kitchen, the scent of cinnamon and old wood still clinging to the air. Nana Elena, a woman whose love was measured in spoonful and whose wisdom was baked into every crumb, had passed away, leaving behind not jewels or grand estates, but a battered, wooden recipe box. It was a simple thing, adorned with faded hand-painted roses, yet Leo knew it held more value than any treasure.
By Momin Shah7 months ago in Families
The Quilt
Eliza always felt a pang of nostalgia whenever she looked at the old, faded quilt draped over the armchair in her living room. It wasn't particularly beautiful, a patchwork of mismatched fabrics and uneven stitches, but it was a relic of her childhood, a tangible link to the sprawling, boisterous family gatherings that now existed only in her memory. Her grandmother, Nana Rose, had started it, adding a new square for every significant family event – a birth, a wedding, a graduation. But after Nana Rose passed, the quilt remained unfinished, a silent testament to a family that had slowly drifted apart.
By Momin Shah7 months ago in Families