grief

Losing a family member is one of the most traumatic life events; Families must support one another to endure the five stages of grief and get through it together.

Whispers of an Unfinished Love
Whispers of an Unfinished Love By ZIA ULLAH KHAN Bound by Tradition, Torn by Destiny In the shadow of the Spin Ghar mountains, where the valleys bloom with wild poppies and the wind carries songs older than time, love does not bloom freely. It is whispered, hidden, and often, unfinished.
By ZIA ULLAH KHAN7 months ago in Families
I Ignored Her Call. She Never Called Again.
The Last Missed Call From My Mother” “Did you eat? Drink some warm milk. You sound tired.” My mother said this every night without fail. No matter how many times I said I was busy, she always called.
By Abdul Rauf7 months ago in Families
A Father's Heroic Rescue: The Ocean's Call at North Wollongong
In a gripping display of bravery, an Australian father became an unexpected hero when he dove into tumultuous waters to rescue his toddler daughter, who was swept over a seawall by a rogue wave. This incident, which occurred at North Wollongong, serves as a poignant reminder of the lengths parents will go to protect their children and highlights the unpredictable nature of the ocean.
By DigitalAddi7 months ago in Families
I Lied for 12 Years. I’m Finally Ready to Tell You Why
For twelve years, I built my life on a foundation of lies. Not the kind of harmless white lies you tell to spare feelings or avoid awkward moments. No, these were the kind that weigh on your chest, suffocate your soul, and force you to live as a stranger in your own skin.
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Families
Benefits of Drinking Enough Water Daily: Stay Healthy and Energized
Water is essential for life. Every cell, tissue, and organ in your body needs water to work properly. However, many people don't drink enough water daily.
By MUHAMMAD Abbas7 months ago in Families
How to Boost Your Immune System Naturally
Your immune system is your body’s defense against germs, viruses, and infections. A strong immune system helps you stay healthy and fight off sickness. The good news is that you can improve your immunity naturally with simple lifestyle changes.
By MUHAMMAD Abbas7 months ago in Families
What No One Tells You About Losing a Child
The Day Time Stopped No one tells you how the world keeps spinning when yours comes to a sudden halt. It was a Tuesday—sunny, unassuming. The kind of day where nothing monumental should happen. My son, Caleb, had just turned seven. He had a wild laugh that echoed off the walls and a tender soul that seemed too large for his little frame. That morning, he had asked me if whales could get sunburned. I said I didn't know, and he said, "Let’s Google it after school."
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Families
My Son Died Quietly. But the Silence Hasn't Stopped Screaming
The room was quiet when he left. No cries, no gasps, no final words. Just a long exhale, and then—nothing. I had imagined it differently, I think. Or maybe I never dared to imagine it at all. How do you prepare for the death of your child? How do you cradle someone in your arms, someone who once grew inside of you, and then feel their warmth disappear like the last trace of sunlight on a winter evening?
By Azmat Roman ✨7 months ago in Families
The Letter I Never Sent: How a Forgotten Draft Changed My Life
When I found the old draft, the email subject line read: "I Forgive You." It was dated July 14, 2018—just three days after my mother died.
By SAHIB AFRIDI7 months ago in Families
Imperfections
Amberlyn holds the dusty box in her trembling hands. The smell of tattoo ink still lingering on her clothes overpowers her and she finds herself leaning into that smell, hoping it will ground her. She has always been a person of confidence; even when unsure of her next move, she knew that whatever path she chose, there would be no doubt in her decision. But now it feels as though the ground beneath her is unsteady, like being in the center of an earthquake. She rocks back and forth on the heels of her shoes and paces the walls of her New York City apartment, unable to sit still. She stares at those same walls, the gigantic paintings from her favorite artists fill the space, a mural of magnificence. She recites the artists from memory, then the style they used. She fixes her gaze on her favorite and is struck by its beauty as if it’s her first time seeing it. The mirage of colors pop out at her, their elegance calling her name. She tries to envision a world where her art is framed in someone else’s shitty apartment and smiles to herself, because above all else: she craves a space where her passion can live. The box, carefully placed on the coffee table, entices her and she attempts to take a deep breath, but can’t quite remember how. The oxygen her body searches for gets lost in a place of uncertainty. She puts her hand to her heart without thinking, unsure of what to do next. Ever since she was a child, she’s stood on her own two feet, able to solve every obstacle the world threw at her; she did this with pride. She has never needed anyone, but there is one person she’s always wanted—still wants. One person she loves more than anyone. Loved. Her grandmother. As she thinks of her, she can feel her entire body ache at the absence of her. She feels she’s being pulled toward where her grandmother should be. Like gravity. Nothing in her being has accepted or even understood the loss. There’s always a moment before she wakes when she forgets she has to live in a world without the person who kept her whole. Like her brain cannot comprehend that she no longer adds to the space of Amerlyn’s world. She still goes to call her when she’s created something new, or a client leaves a good tip. At random moments, the paralyzing agony of that loss punches her in the chest, and she feels as though her heart’s exploding from the emptiness. In those moments, she reaches for her grandmother to hold her up, like she always did, and has to endure losing her all over again. She squeezes her eyes shut so tightly that she sees colors. Her grandmother loved colors, so much so that she could never choose a favorite. When she found the box containing her grandmother’s old letters, she was unsure if she would be able to read the words she’d written, knowing that those words were all that was left of her. But she can barely breathe, she misses her so much, and she needs to hear her if only the echo of her.
By sasha7 months ago in Families
The Last Cup of Chai
He wasn’t cold, or cruel, or absent. He was just...quiet. The kind of man who believed love didn’t need to be spoken if it was shown. He built our home brick by brick. He brought groceries every Sunday like clockwork. He always filled up the gas tank in my mom’s car before she asked. But he never said “I love you.” Not once.
By Habibullah7 months ago in Families
Letter to my Uncle. Content Warning.
She didn't do anything wrong... Everything that we were told she said or did... lies... She wasn't keeping him away from us... He wanted to stay away for awhile, because he wanted to know that they could make it on their own. He hated the way that you spoke (still speak) about her, about his best friend (and Best Man.) You don't really even want to be in their wedding, on his side... You are his father, and you aren't even sure you want to be on his side... I stepped up and was proud to be on hers, and when they had to switch me to his, I was perfectly fine with it. I'm starting to believe that the reason he hasn't shopped for his suit yet, is because you're the one stalling...
By Mara Edwards7 months ago in Families