humanity

Humanity begins at home.

When Motherhood Dies.
When Motherhood Dies: The Tragedy of Cruelty and the Loss of Humanity. Have you ever wondered: Can a mother really kill her own child? Not by accident. Not out of desperation. But by a cold, conscious decision. If the question alone moves you, the answer will haunt you. This is not fiction. It is not an exaggerated drama. It is a true story set in a lush, green village in one of Africa's most vibrant and contrasting countries, where the beauty of nature often masks the brutality of the people. A story in which motherhood was not celebrated, but rather suppressed.
By Sayed Zewayed9 months ago in Families
Hills Like White Elephants
Unpacking Hemingway’s Silent Tension Ernest Hemingway’s short story Hills Like White Elephants is one of the most widely analyzed pieces in modern literature. First published in 1927, the story offers a minimalist yet powerfully emotional look into a conversation between a man and a woman waiting for a train in Spain. On the surface, it appears to be a simple dialogue. However, its deeper meanings reveal themes of communication, choice, gender roles, and power dynamics—all hidden beneath Hemingway’s characteristic iceberg style.
By its_ishfaq_ahmad9 months ago in Families
"The Watchful Crow and the Loyal Dog
Once upon a time, in a quiet village nestled between dense forests and rolling hills, there lived a dog named Brutus. He was large and strong, with a thick, glossy coat that gleamed in the sunlight. Brutus was a loyal companion to his owner, a kind-hearted farmer who treated him with affection and care. Yet, despite his strength and the love of his owner, Brutus often felt a sense of loneliness. The other animals in the village would keep their distance, and he couldn’t help but wonder if he would ever find a true friend.
By Mansoor 9 months ago in Families
What is the real meaning of mother?
The word 'mother' can have two meanings. One meaning comes from ignorance, and the other meaning comes from understanding. The first mother has only affection; the second mother has maternal feelings. Animals also have affection, but only a few mothers know maternal feelings. Motherly feelings mean giving birth in the true sense - one birth of the body and the second birth of knowledge. There is no love in affection; it only has hormones. A real mother is one who knows love. For that, the mother herself will have to be enlightened.
By Ramesh Mahato 9 months ago in Families
"I Opened a Stranger’s Letter by Mistake—Now I'm Being Watched"
It was just a letter. A plain white envelope, no return address, my apartment number scribbled in blue ink. I didn’t think twice when I picked it up from the mail slot. Bills, junk mail, and a single envelope addressed to “A. Miller.” That was me—or so I thought.
By Nizam khan9 months ago in Families
The Power of Social Touch
In a world increasingly shaped by technology and virtual interaction, social touch remains one of the most profound and essential forms of human communication. Whether it's a warm hug, a pat on the back, or a friendly handshake, these small gestures carry immense emotional and psychological weight. But what exactly is social touch, and why does it matter so much?
By its_ishfaq_ahmad9 months ago in Families
Snowflakes and Paw Prints: The Winter Tale of a White Puppy
The first snow of winter had arrived, blanketing the village in a sparkling coat of white. Trees stood like frosted statues, rooftops wore fluffy hats, and children’s laughter echoed through the chilly air.
By Majeed Afridi9 months ago in Families
A Story of Quiet Healing
There was a time when I believed that healing required silence and distance—that the only way to recover from emotional wounds was to retreat, to be alone, and to simply wait until the pain faded on its own. It wasn’t until I met with Soophie and how wrong I was. It was not love at first sight. There were no grand gestures, no spark that lit up the sky. What Soophie offered instead was consistency—a quiet, steady kind of presence that I had never known before. He was the kind of person who remembered how you liked your tea, who noticed when your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes, and who never demanded explanations, only offered space and warmth. At that time, I was navigating the aftermath of a fractured past—a mixture of disappointments, unspoken grief, and the sort of loneliness that doesn’t announce itself but settles in your bones. I had built walls, not out of arrogance but out of necessity. I believed it was the only way to survive. Soophie didn’t try to break those walls. She didn’t push, pry, or ask for more than I could give. She simply stayed. And sometimes, the most powerful kind of love is the one that waits with you in silence rather than dragging you into the light. I remember one evening in particular. It was raining, and I had one of those days when everything felt a little too heavy. Without saying much, Soophie came over with a book I had mentioned in passing weeks ago. She didn’t ask what was wrong. She just sat beside me, handed me the book, and let the quiet fill the space between us. That small gesture—thoughtful, intentional, and free of expectation—was one of the first threads that began to stitch something back together in me. Healing, I learned, doesn’t always come from monumental acts. Often, it is found in the soft things: a hand on your shoulder, a kind word at the right time, a message that simply says, “I’m here.” It’s found in the people who listen without trying to fix you, who allow you to be a little broken while still believing in your wholeness. In Soophie’s presence, I slowly began to reclaim parts of myself I had buried long ago. I started to laugh again—not the polite kind of laughter you offer in public, but the full, unguarded kind that escapes when you feel truly safe. I found myself speaking more openly, not because I was asked to, but because I wanted to. With every conversation, every gentle moment, I began to feel less like a collection of wounds and more like a person again. One evening, I asked her, “Why do you care so much?” It wasn’t a challenge—it was genuine curiosity. She looked at me for a moment and said, “Because I know what it’s like to need someone and not have them show up. I promised myself I’d never let someone I care about feel that alone.” That answer stayed with me. It made me realize that care is often born from experience. Those who offer love freely are often the ones who’ve known its absence. And perhaps that’s what makes their love so powerful—not its perfection, but its intention. Months passed, and while not everything was magically fixed, something inside me shifted. I no longer walked through my days waiting for the pain to pass. Instead, I learned to walk with it—with more kindness, more understanding, and a growing sense that I was not alone in my journey. Soophie never claimed to heal me. But in truth, her care did. Not by erasing the past, but by helping me see that I was more than what had happened to me. Her love didn’t rush, didn’t demand change. It simply offered room to breathe, to fall apart when needed, and to gather strength again. And in that quiet space she created, I began to mend—not all at once, but piece by piece, moment by moment. Love, I’ve come to understand, is not always loud or overwhelming. Sometimes, it’s found in the most unassuming gestures. It’s found in people who stay when it would be easier to walk away. It’s found in the way someone remembers the small details that make you feel seen. Healing through love isn’t a dramatic process. It’s slow, like the changing of seasons. But with time, care begins to restore what pain tried to destroy. And now, when I think about love, I think about the gentle touches that mended what was broken—not all at once, but enough to begin again.
By Sajid 9 months ago in Families
Leave Single People Alone
In this article I want to explain why you should just leave single people alone. People are not fun to be around. At least not most people and there is too much of a chance, whether you are male or female, that you will end up with the wrong person. If you are a man and you have any of these qualities, (short, bald, poor make less than them) then you are considered creepy and can be accused of a lot of bad things you are innocent of. According to women you are creepy for having those qualities.
By Ferrari King9 months ago in Families
"A Mother's Love, Unwritten but Felt"
There are some stories that don’t need to be written down to be remembered. They live in the quiet moments, in gestures that go unnoticed by the world but are deeply felt by those closest. This is one such story — the story of my mother.
By muhammad khalil9 months ago in Families
My Daughter’s DNA Test Exposed a Secret My Husband Took to His Grave
It started as a harmless birthday gift. Our daughter, Lily, had just turned 16. She’s always been fascinated with stories—myths, history, family lore. So I bought her one of those ancestry DNA kits. “Let’s see if you’ve got Viking blood,” I joked as she swabbed her cheek and sealed the envelope.
By Noman Khan 9 months ago in Families
Relationships: Painted with the Colors of Sincerity
We humans are travelers on the path of life, and throughout our journey, we are accompanied by others—some for a brief moment, others for a lifetime. What connects us to these companions are the relationships we form, consciously or by fate. These relationships, though varying in nature, share a common thread: the need for sincerity. Strip any bond of sincerity, and it becomes hollow—an echo of something that once had life.
By Rahat naz9 months ago in Families