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Hooked, Hustling, and Healing: Inside the Minds of Gen Z in 2025. AI-Generated.
Hooked, Hustling, and Healing: Inside the Minds of Gen Z in 2025 As we enter 2025, knowing what Gen Z thinks is key. This group has its own way of doing things, thanks to the world they live in.
By Junayed Ahmed9 months ago in Families
My Comfort, My Zone
We had a tough time. I was at the lowest of my lows when we met. He was old. He was not shiny. Or loud. He was just there in the corner, waiting for somebody to take notice of him. And I did. Iâm not really sure if he would like me. I was a mess. I needed somebody to depend on.
By Raquel Panganiban9 months ago in Families
When All Doors Closed: A True Story of Faith, Patience, and Divine Help #1
In a quiet village near Kharian, Pakistan, lived a simple man named Haji Imran. He was not a scholar or a wealthy businessmanâjust a humble fruit vendor known for his honesty, soft voice, and regular presence at the local masjid. What made him stand out in his community was his deep and unwavering reliance on Allah.
By Md Johirul Islam9 months ago in Families
Why do relationships get complicated?
Relationships........... Relationships make up the web of life. A part of our lives is every relationship, whether it's with our family, friends, boyfriend, girlfriend, or spouse. But sometimes relationships become a burden for us. Still, people hold on to the relationship, thinking that maybe one day everything will be fine.
By Md.Lizon sarkar10 months ago in Families
She was fire he was ice
- --- Kael was born beneath a silver eclipse, his cry freezing the midwifeâs hands. The villagers called him cursed, touched by the ice gods. His breath could frost windows from across a room, and emotionsâespecially angerâcracked stone beneath his feet. He grew up in silence, wrapped in cold.
By Hazrat umar10 months ago in Families
The Hands That Never Rested
In a quiet town near the hills, lived a woman named Asha. She was a mother of threeâtwo boys and a girl. Her home was small, her clothes were simple, and her hands were always busy. But her heart? It was hugeâfilled with endless love for her children.
By Nihal Khan10 months ago in Families
The Chair Beside the Window
Every evening at exactly 5:30 PM, Grandpa would sit in the old wooden chair near the window. The chair creaked under his weight, but he didn't care. It was a little worn, a little tiredâjust like him. From there, he could see the small garden my mom fought to keep alive, and the quiet suburban street where children zip by on bicycles and neighbors greet hello.
By Bari Mir Rahamatul10 months ago in Families
