fact or fiction
Is it a fact or is it merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores relationship myths and truths to get your head out of the clouds and back into romantic reality.
Compulsions
Millions of Pakistanis are living in America who have migrated from Pakistan to live a good life and settled in this country... Take the money and money, they get it, but they have to face various problems. In the house where she was staying in America, a maid who was Pakistani, tearfully told her story of how she had come to America with her husband for a better job. She supported him in every joy and sorrow, worked so hard that they both opened a food store together... As soon as she saw it, her days changed. Things became so good that the wife stopped going to the store and became busy with household chores... The boys who were about to become them were studying in good schools, why did the husband suddenly think that he had married again... But he did not let his wife know about it and even divorced her... One day, his son said to his mother:
By Echoes of Life7 months ago in Humans
If I Could, I’d Hug That Shark — Because It Saved My Life
It was a bright summer morning on the golden shores of Huntington Beach, California. The beach was alive with laughter and joy — children building sandcastles, couples walking along the waves, and families swimming in the open sea. Among them was Eugene Finney, a 39-year-old father enjoying the Pacific surf with his 10-year-old daughter.
By Saleem awais7 months ago in Humans
Complaining: A Path to Nowhere
A long time ago, I had a friend. Every time we met, after a few words of greeting, she would fall into a familiar rhythm. "Our boss is really bad. The salary is low, the benefits are poor, and he is particularly partial to those who only flatter him."
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharing7 months ago in Humans
I FOUND A FROG
Even though I’m now a grandparent, the memory still feels as fresh as yesterday. I can still see myself as that small, curious six-year-old coming home from school, tossing my backpack to the floor, and racing into my room — only to freeze in my tracks and shout:
By Junaid Shahid 7 months ago in Humans
The Bench by the Bakery
Every morning at exactly 7:30, Ruth sat on the weathered green bench outside Matteo’s Bakery. She wore a soft gray sweater, a woolen hat, and carried a tote bag that had definitely seen better days. In her lap sat a red notebook, frayed at the corners, filled with dozens of entries written in careful, looping handwriting.
By Muhammad Bilal7 months ago in Humans
Colors of Compassion
n the heart of Maplewood, a city alive with flashing lights and busy streets, lived a young artist named Elena. She saw the world through a kaleidoscope of colors—crimson reds, ocean blues, sunny yellows—that danced on her canvases, telling stories words often failed to express. Painting was not just her passion; it was her way of reaching out, hoping to touch lives beyond the walls of her modest studio.
By Najeeb Scholer7 months ago in Humans
