satire
"Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city." - George Burns
Life Is Like a River: Its Nature Is to Keep Flowing
Life, in its essence, is a continuous journey — ever-changing, ever-evolving, and ever-flowing like a river. The comparison between life and a river is both poetic and profound. Just as a river begins as a small stream and gradually grows, meandering through various terrains, so does life start from infancy, flowing through childhood, youth, adulthood, and eventually old age. It encounters challenges, obstacles, and beautiful moments along the way, but the most important thing is motion—the flow.
By Niranjon Chandra Roy8 months ago in Families
Brothers Divided: A War Within Nepal
A new day broke over the snow-capped peaks of the Himalayas. The sun, golden and quiet, rose slowly over Mount Everest, casting its first light on a remote village nestled in the hills of Rolpa, Nepal. A place where time seemed to move slower, where life had always been hard—but recently, it had become harder.
By Roshan Chauhan8 months ago in Families
Breaking the Silence: Cassie Ventura’s Testimony Shakes the Foundations of the Music Industry"
Cassie Ventura Testifies Once More in Sean 'Diddy' Combs Sex-Trafficking Case: A Story of Power, Silence, and Survival In a tense courthouse, the model and singer Cassie Ventura took the stand once more this week to testify against music executive Sean "Diddy" Combs, a turning point in a trial that has obsessed the entertainment industry and beyond. The federal trial on charges of sex trafficking and racketeering not only threatens the legacy of Combs but also challenges the hierarchies that have long insulated those in the entertainment business.
By MD NAZIM UDDIN 8 months ago in Families
Hairdo Holyland
Hairdo Holyland In the spring of 2002, amid the violence of the second Intifada, my father and I were in the waiting room of a beauty salon in the German Colony in Jerusalem. His thinning hair had become difficult to manage. Don’t worry, he said as we waited. This is a very classy place. He had read about it in a Hebrew newspaper and said the hairdresser was Russian trained in France, and considered a genius with difficult hair. She can even do a dry perm he said, and I remembered how proud he was of his hair before chemotherapy had made it fall out.
By Sarwar Zeb8 months ago in Families
The Day Silence Screamed
A Village of Quiet Faces In a faraway valley hidden between gray hills and quiet rivers, there was a village called Meerabad a place so silent that even the wind moved softly. The people there lived with zipped lips, cautious hearts, and eyes full of unspoken thoughts. Children played without laughter, weddings had no music, and even tears were wiped away quietly.
By Muhammad Hayat8 months ago in Families
When Rain Sang Her Name
The Girl Who Heard the Rain In a small village surrounded by forest and fog, there lived a 14-year-old girl named Lyra. She was quiet, thoughtful, and always carried a notebook. People in the village said she was strange because she liked to sit outside when it rained.
By Muhammad Hayat9 months ago in Families
The Shadow That Wore My Smile
Everyone at school thought Zara was the happiest girl in the world. She had the brightest smile, laughed the loudest, and was always there to help others. Teachers adored her, classmates wanted to be around her, and her Instagram was full of cheerful photos and perfect moments.
By Muhammad Hayat9 months ago in Families
Whispers Behind the Clock
In the heart of an old town, where the streets still held the scent of rain and forgotten memories, stood a lonely house. Inside that house, on a dusty wall, hung an antique grandfather clock tall, wooden, and silent. Its hands hadn't moved in years, yet it stood like a quiet witness to everything that happened within those walls.
By Muhammad Hayat9 months ago in Families
Valuable Life Lessons. Content Warning.
I finally decided that so many people in my life were right. Everyone deserves the benefit of the doubt and as long as serious injury is avoided, no one really cares. So with that concept in mind, I swallowed a double shot of whiskey and went out to remove the carseats from my vehicle.
By The Schizophrenic Mom9 months ago in Families
The Selfless Son
The sun was setting over the small town of Willow Creek, casting a warm orange glow over the streets and homes. In one of those homes, a family was gathered, celebrating a milestone. John's mother, Mary, was turning 60, and her children had planned a surprise party to mark the occasion.
By Mujeeb Ur Rahman9 months ago in Families
