humanity

Humanity begins at home.

We Still Talk, But It’s Not the Same Anymore
We still talk. Not often, but enough. The messages still come in—“How have you been?” or “Did you see that thing we used to laugh about?”
By Bondhu Digital Sign9 months ago in Families
The Trials of the Kind-Hearted Prince
Once upon a time, in a vibrant and peaceful kingdom nestled between lush green mountains and sparkling rivers, lived a kind-hearted prince named Arjun. He was admired across the land not just for his bravery and wisdom, but for his unmatched humility and compassion. His people loved him dearly, not out of fear or obligation, but out of genuine respect.
By Arjumand Said9 months ago in Families
Love, Rewritten in the Downpour
In Love, Rewritten in the Downpour, a gentle rain becomes the backdrop for an emotional reunion between two former lovers who once shared a deep connection, only to be pulled apart by life’s diverging paths. Nora, now the quiet owner of a cozy bookstore, is startled when Julian—her long-lost love—walks back into her life after ten years. Their meeting is unexpected but feels inevitable, as if the storm outside had summoned something unresolved between them.
By Kazi Mirajul Islam10 months ago in Families
We Still Talk, But It’s Not the Same Anymore
We still talk. We still exchange messages from time to time. The tone is light, the words are familiar, the timing is late—but something about it feels... different.
By Bondhu Digital Sign10 months ago in Families
Behind the Smile: The Secret Life of a Trusted Stranger. Content Warning.
n a quiet neighborhood, there lived an old man named Mr. Rehman. He was kind, polite, and always smiling. Everyone called him “Uncle Rehman.” He used to be a librarian, and even after retirement, he still gave books to children. Every week, he would visit homes and gift a book to each child.
By Majeed Ullah10 months ago in Families
The Ripple Effect on Families: What Happens When Women Suffer?
When my cousin's wife Achol's phone number flashed up on my screen at 7:28 a.m., I knew something was wrong. She never called before 9am, she is a mother of five under 10, and mornings in her house are an Olympic event. I braced myself, and sure enough, the line opened to a staccato lullaby of children shrieking, the toaster popping, and Achol's breathless voice:
By Majok Wutchok10 months ago in Families
The Last Two Fares and the Punchline Nobody Heard
Fifteen years I'd spent driving a cab in this beast of a city – you know the kind, all concrete skin and blinking neon eyes. Then, about a week before that day, the day I finally hung up my keys, my whole world just… ripped. Losing your keys is annoying. Losing your wife, Helen, and your kid, Lily, because some lorry driver couldn't stay in his lane? That's a different category of lost entirely. Leaves behind a quiet that's louder than any traffic jam.
By Bladerunner16810 months ago in Families
WHAT HE REALLY NEEDS
Introduction Behind every strong man is a little boy who once craved love, connection, and affirmation. But somewhere along the journey, that boy was told to "man up," "toughen up," and "never cry." And so, he buried himself under layers of silence, strength, and shame — until one day, he could no longer recognize who he truly was.
By Kreative William 25410 months ago in Families
Respect is Earned, Not Demanded
I used to think that being a parent meant having all the power. That old idea that kids should follow the rules because, well, they're kids and we're the adults.
By Fathi Jalil10 months ago in Families
The Power of Being Human
In today’s fast-paced, hyper-connected world, it’s easy to get caught up in what divides us—our politics, religions, backgrounds, languages, and opinions. But beneath all the labels, biases, and boundaries lies something that connects us more deeply than any difference could ever separate: our humanity.
By Niaz Ahmad 10 months ago in Families
Mother: The First Name of Love
Mother: The First Name of Love A heartfelt tribute to the woman whose love begins before we even open our eyes. The evening sky was painted with hues of orange and pink, as if nature itself was softening the world for the quiet tears of a young man sitting on the park bench. A worn-out letter trembled in his hands. His name was Ayaan, and the letter was from his mother.
By skkhan10 months ago in Families
Christian Home for a Child
Scripture Reading: Matthew 19:14 (NIV) Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.”
By Shatu Das10 months ago in Families