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The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
Father
The early morning sun peeked over the edge of the small village rooftops, casting long golden shadows across the narrow mud path. In one of the quieter corners of the village, Ravi adjusted the old, fraying strap of his bicycle and looked back at the sleeping house. A small handprint was still visible on his shirt from his son’s sleepy hug last night. He smiled faintly, brushed the dust off his trousers, and pedaled toward the city.
By Muhammad Wisal7 months ago in Families
Mother
The rain fell gently against the windowpane, rhythmic and soothing, like a lullaby whispered by the skies. The hospital room was quiet except for the steady beeping of the heart monitor and the occasional murmur of nurses walking by. Inside, Meera lay still, one hand on her belly, the other gently curled beside her pillow. Her eyes were closed, but she was not asleep. She was remembering.
By Muhammad Wisal7 months ago in Families
Busy Hands, Silent Heart — A Father's Love You’ll Never Hear About
7:00 AM — Sabya, Saudi Arabia. The sun hasn’t even softened yet, but the heat is already biting through his work clothes. He lifts a cold steel hammer, wearing gloves torn from weeks of labor. His back aches, his stomach growls — but he smiles anyway. Because three little faces live inside his heart.
By Muhammad Aqib7 months ago in Families
Bloody Relation
They say blood is thicker than water, but life often shows us how thin that blood can feel when tested by betrayal, silence, or absence. We’re born into families expecting connection, safety, and unconditional love. And while many are blessed with that support, others are handed relationships that hurt more than heal. This is the story of what it means to live with "bloody relation"—not just by blood, but by wounds.
By Engr Bilal7 months ago in Families
Before They Were My Parents
For eighteen years, my parents were not people. They were forces. Unwavering pillars of responsibility, the architects of my childhood, the providers of every need before I even knew I had it. They were the sun and moon in my small universe, their movements predictable, their roles absolute. Mom was the gentle hand that bandaged scraped knees and baked cookies that smelled of warmth and home. Dad was the steady voice that guided me through math problems and the silent strength that fixed anything that was broken, from a leaky faucet to my shattered confidence after a Little League strikeout. They were simply… Mom and Dad. Two halves of a perfect, impenetrable whole.
By Kaleem Ullah7 months ago in Families
Exploring the Unbreakable Bond That Shapes Who We Are
There are few connections in life as deep, lasting, and formative as the bond of family. From the moment we take our first breath, our family—whether made up of parents, grandparents, siblings, or guardians—becomes our first window into the world. It's through them that we learn how to love, trust, communicate, and cope with life’s inevitable challenges.
By Engr Bilal7 months ago in Families
How Family Teaches Us Love, Strength, and Belonging
When we think of family, we often think of people—parents, siblings, grandparents, maybe cousins or close friends who became like kin. But family is more than just a collection of people tied together by blood or legal documents. It's where we first learn what it means to love, to be strong, and to belong.
By Engr Bilal7 months ago in Families
Sexual Poverty; The Silent Childe Abuse
In a world dominated by fast-growing technology and weakened moral structures, the term “Sexual Poverty” is a dangerously ignored threat that continues to destroy the lives of countless young boys and girls. Behind smiling faces, school gates, religious centers, and even social platforms, there are predators watching—hunting for their next innocent victim. These criminals do not always wear masks or carry weapons. They often carry gifts, advice, and fake promises. And their prey is none other than our children.
By Keramatullah Wardak7 months ago in Families
From Childhood to Adulthood, Why Family Matters at Every Step
Family—it's a word that carries different meanings for different people. For some, it evokes warm memories of shared meals, long talks, and unconditional love. For others, it may be more complicated, a mix of care and challenge. But no matter what shape it takes, family is a thread that runs through every chapter of our lives, quietly influencing who we are and how we see the world.
By Engr Bilal7 months ago in Families
Echoes of My Father’s Voice. AI-Generated.
I still hear my father’s voice sometimes—not in the way people mean when they talk about grief, but in real, startling moments. In the rustling of trees on a wind-whipped day. In the clink of a spoon against a coffee mug. In the low hum of an old radio playing jazz on a Sunday morning.
By Muhammad umair7 months ago in Families
