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 Day I Gave Up My Dream Job To Save My Mother's Life
I had a dream—not a fleeting wish, but a goal I breathed, lived, and molded my life around. Since I was twelve, I wanted to become a world-class cardiologist. The irony isn’t lost on me now—that my dream was to heal hearts, yet life would one day ask me to break mine to protect someone else’s.
By Waleedkhan7 months ago in Families
The Secret Buried Inside a Tree — A Forgotten Memory Unearthed After Decades
The Secret Buried Inside a Tree — A Forgotten Memory Unearthed After Decades Last year, something happened on our family farm that we still talk about in hushed, wondering tones. A tall pine tree — a quiet giant that had stood for decades beside our farmhouse — had to be cut down. It wasn’t an easy decision. That tree wasn’t just part of the landscape; it was part of our life.
By Zain ul abidin 7 months ago in Families
My First Kiss Didn’t Go as Planned (But Taught Me Everything)
My heart pounded in my chest like a wild drum as I walked beside her under the fading sky. We were both seventeen, cautiously tiptoeing into the world of love. That evening was supposed to be magical, cinematic even, like the dreamy scenes we had watched in teenage rom-coms. But reality? It had something hilariously awkward—and unforgettable—in store for me. My first kiss didn’t go as planned, but in a strange and surprising way, it ended up teaching me everything I needed to know about vulnerability, timing, and the unpredictable beauty of human connection.
By Lana Rosee7 months ago in Families
The Secret My Grandmother Took to Her Grave
There are some stories that never get told. Some truths remain buried beneath silence, shame, and secrecy. My grandmother was a woman of few words, but her eyes always seemed to carry the weight of a thousand untold tales. Her life was one marked by strength and sorrow, grace and grit—but it wasn’t until after she passed that we began to uncover the mystery she took to her grave.
By Lana Rosee7 months ago in Families
The Long Road Home
Tom Riley left Dalton, Texas when he was twenty-three with nothing but a guitar, a dream, and a whole lot of anger. Back then, he was convinced the world owed him something. His father — a hard man who believed in calloused hands and silence over sentiment — didn’t try to stop him. He just said, “If you’re going, go. But don’t come back unless you’re ready to stay.”
By Atif khurshaid7 months ago in Families
The Angel of Death: A Love That Killed
In the quiet corridors of a hospital in Massachusetts during the late 1980s and early 1990s, patients checked in for care and healing—but some never made it out. Behind their tragic endings was not negligence, nor natural decline, but a woman with a soft voice, calm demeanor, and a heart consumed by a deadly passion.
By 🇲 🇮 🇳 🇩 🇺 🇳 🇫 🇴 🇱 🇩 🇪 🇩 7 months ago in Families
The Photograph That Bridged Nine Decades: A Heartwarming Tale of Twin Brothers and Their Mother's Legacy
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the emerald hills of County Cork as Margaret O'Sullivan adjusted her checkered headscarf and smoothed down her worn but clean dress. It was autumn 1936, and at just twenty-two years old, she carried the weight of the world on her slender shoulders. In her arms, she held her greatest treasures – twin boys, barely eight months old, their cherubic faces peering out at a world that seemed both promising and uncertain.
By Muhammad Sabeel7 months ago in Families
Laughter in the Little Things
It was a quiet Sunday morning, the kind that arrived slowly with golden light spilling through the curtains. The air in the house smelled of freshly brewed tea and cardamom, and the only sound was the soft hum of the ceiling fan spinning above. Outside, the neighborhood was peaceful. Birds chirped, children’s distant giggles floated in from the street, and everything seemed to rest—except for one kitchen, where joy was gently bubbling to the surface.
By Raza Ullah7 months ago in Families
When Silence Spoke the Loudest
The clock ticked louder than usual in the small living room, as if it too could sense the weight in the air. The lights were on, but the warmth had long left the house. Sana sat on the far end of the couch, arms folded, eyes fixed on the floor. Across from her, Ali stood by the window, pretending to watch the street outside, though his mind was far away.
By Raza Ullah7 months ago in Families
