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Love Her Sacredly
Dear Man, After said all, regard this print as holy writ, if you will; hear what I have to say, for it is above knowledge; it is a thing of the heart. It represents the female view, the desires of her heart she doesn't share, and the unsaid prayers her body is talking.
By Rohitha Lanka9 months ago in Families
Happy Mother's Day 2025: Thoughtful Wishes, Heartwarming Messages, and Creative Ideas
It’s a funny thing to think of a mother. I remember on mother's day, my sister used to try her best to make Mother’s Day gifts for mom herself. She couldn’t do it alone so she would rope the neighbors and me in. If I did not help, she would try to make me angry by making the gift lose some of it’s splendor, and thus I assisted. It’s nice to remember how excited my sister continuously used to be because in the end my sister used to offer a lot of feats, had splendid leadership charisma, and tried her best in concealing the gift.
By SAYAN GURIA9 months ago in Families
A Mother's Love: The Silent Strength That Shapes Our Lives
There are few words in any language that hold as much depth and meaning as the word “Mother.” She is the first face we see, the first voice we hear, and the first heart we feel beating beside our own. On Mother’s Day, we come together to celebrate and honor the women who have nurtured, protected, and shaped us in countless ways.
By AlaTrend9 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
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
The Silent Pact. Content Warning.
The bruise bloomed across my back like how a robin's underbelly looks bright against its dark feathers. I could see in the mirror the dark and ominous red against my pale skin. At eleven years old I studied it in the bathroom mirror, twisting awkwardly to see the full scope. The bruise, only half a day old, was beginning to evolve from a bright red to a dulled purple-blue. It was almost like art, I recalled. I couldn't look at my legs, which still stung. How do they look? I wondered while resisting the urge to look down. This was not the first time nor would it be the last but this one changed something fundamental inside me.
By G. A. Botero9 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
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
Practice Self-Care
And all these things need to be done on the base of the Foundation of Healing—Caring for oneself. Healing is more than just what takes place when you’re ill or feeling poorly. It’s about creating the conditions that allow for well-being to flourish in all aspects of your life — emotionally, physically, mentally and spiritually. Self-care is the heart of recovery from traumatization because it helps us find our balance, resilience and soul-health. It requires intention, presence, and intention.
By Laila Sadia9 months ago in Families
The Quiet Grief of Growing Apart from Old Friends
There’s a certain type of heartbreak that doesn’t come with a breakup text, a screaming match, or a final goodbye. It doesn’t happen overnight. In fact, you often don’t realize it’s happening until the space between you and someone you once loved becomes too wide to cross.
By Vishwaksen9 months ago in Families
The Day My Uncle Died in the House — A Story of Alcohol, Loss, and Healing
He promised to stop drinking. The doctor warned him. But on February 13th, 2008, alcohol claimed his life — and left me to face the heartbreak alone. For many years, I never shared this story.
By James C.9 months ago in Families
The Story of a Family's Unbreakable Bond
The first time the roof leaked, Maya and Arjun laughed. It was a cold December night, and the rain had been pouring for hours. Their two children, Meera and Kabir, were huddled under blankets in the living room, watching old cartoons while the smell of burnt popcorn lingered in the air. The drip from the ceiling landed with a steady plink into a mixing bowl that Maya had placed on the floor.
By Muhammad Ilyas9 months ago in Families