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 Silence Between Us
Meher and Faisal had once been madly in love. Everyone said they were the perfect couple—always laughing, always holding hands, always together. Their wedding had been simple but beautiful, and they had built their life slowly, piece by piece, with dreams held in their joined palms.
By ArshNaya Writes7 months ago in Families
My Dog After the Rain
The rain had been falling all night, drumming steadily against the old tin roof of our little house. It was a familiar sound, soothing and comforting, but this time I was worried about my dog Max. At just six months old, he was a bright, mischievous golden retriever, still learning about the world. Max hated baths, so I could only imagine how much he might suddenly hate the rain.
By Echoes of Life7 months ago in Families
The Last Lantern: A Grandfather’s Secret and a Grandson’s Promise.
Every year, Ayaan looked forward to summer. Every summer he could return to the hills—to the little town where his grandfather, Baba Jan, lived in an old wooden cottage with a slanted roof and a garden that smelled of dirt and mint—not because school let out or the heat of the city subsided.
By Echoes of Life7 months ago in Families
🕵️♂️ "The Room Across the Hall"
The apartment was small, but it had clean floors, cheap rent, and enough space for Ava and her books. After everything that happened in the city—the panic attacks, the stalker, the job loss—it felt like a reset. The town of Westridge was nothing special, but it was quiet. Exactly what she needed.
By Pir Ashfaq Ahmad7 months ago in Families
The Devil Cries in Fathers Too
by (Abdul Rahim Wiqad) Tom never liked the quiet before the storm — not the one outside the house, but the one that lived within its walls. That silence came after the creak of the front door, after the boots stomped across the linoleum floor, after the whiskey bottle kissed the kitchen table.
By Abdul Rahim7 months ago in Families
The Day My Father Didn’t Pick Me Up from School
It was a Thursday, and I was eight. My shoes squeaked against the wet concrete of the school courtyard as my class filed out, one by one, into the arms of waiting parents. It had been raining since lunch. The sky hung low, like a damp wool blanket, and the trees around the school shook quietly in the wind. My backpack felt heavier than usual — not because of the books, but because I was excited. My father was supposed to pick me up that day. He rarely did. But that morning, he had promised. With his keys in one hand and a cigarette in the other, he had looked me in the eyes and said, “I’ll be there.”
By Umar Faraz Gul8 months ago in Families
The Letter I Found After My Mother Died Changed Everything
I always thought I knew my mother. She was strong, quiet, full of little sayings like “the truth always rises” and “people hide pain in the smallest places.” I never quite understood those words—until the day I opened the letter.
By kamran khan8 months ago in Families
