family

Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.

The Lanterns of Harmony
The city of Mehrabad was once celebrated for its vibrant neighborhoods. Narrow cobblestone streets wound between old brick houses, and lanterns lit every corner in the evening. Families would gather in courtyards, sharing stories, food, and music.
By M.Farooq2 months ago in Humans
The River of Whispered Promises
The village of Kiranpur had once been famous for its river. Clear water ran between the fields, reflecting the sunlight like a river of gold. Children swam and fished, women washed clothes while sharing laughter, and farmers carried their harvests along the riverbank.
By M.Farooq2 months ago in Humans
The Garden of Forgotten Voices
In the heart of a city fractured by years of conflict and mistrust, there was a neighborhood few dared to enter. Empty houses, cracked sidewalks, and silent streets told the story of a community divided by old feuds, broken promises, and misunderstandings.
By M.Farooq2 months ago in Humans
The Bridge of Quiet Steps
For as long as anyone in the towns of Ravleen and Busaira could remember, the old stone bridge connecting them had been the heart of the community. Merchants carried spices and fabrics across it, children raced along its worn stones after school, and festivals spilled over its center with laughter, music, and bright lanterns.
By M.Farooq2 months ago in Humans
The Night the Stars Came Home
Between two ancient mountains lay a peaceful little village called Noorne, a place filled with warm people, green fields, and gentle streams. Yet every evening, when night fell, the sky above the village became nothing but a dark, hollow emptiness.
By M.Farooq2 months ago in Humans
When You Feel Trapped: The Truth I Wish Someone Had Told Me
There are some situations that don’t look dramatic from the outside. They look steady. They look normal. They look like stability. But inside, they feel like a cage.
By Karen Sanderson2 months ago in Humans
Winter Rituill
I have been going through the old, worn Puma shoebox that is my mind, struggling and looking for an answer to what, if any, winter tradition or ritual I have been a part of.
By Aaron Morrison2 months ago in Humans
Why We Should Be Thankful as Black Greek Members
Every Thanksgiving season gives us a chance to slow down and really pay attention. For many of us in Black Greek Letter Organizations, that pause hits a little different. We are not just thankful for food, family, and time off. We are also grateful for colors, calls, and a legacy that reaches across generations.
By Lyman Montgomery2 months ago in Humans
The Quiet Magic Behind the Macy’s Parade We Forget to See
The macy’s parade arrives every year with bright colors, floating giants, and the kind of cheerful noise that fills living rooms across the country. But behind the televised smiles, there is a softer story many people never notice. It’s the story of the early mornings, the families who treat it like a tradition stitched into their year, and the quiet feelings the parade stirs even in people who have never stood on a New York sidewalk. For many, it marks the start of winter memories, the comfort of returning home, or the reminder that joy can still appear in the middle of cold streets. This article looks at the parts of the parade we tend to overlook, and why it keeps pulling people back with the same gentle force every November.
By Muqadas khan2 months ago in Humans
Cafe-Inspired Terrace House Transformation
When it comes to new terrace houses, people often say there’s so much you can do. The layout feels fixed and the spaces predictable.
By Design Seed2 months ago in Humans
The Bridge of Notes
In the heart of a small, historic town, two neighborhoods lay on opposite sides of a narrow, old stone bridge. For decades, the residents had avoided one another. A small disagreement over a property line had escalated into years of cold silences, gossip, and mistrust. The bridge, once built to connect, had become a silent divider. People crossed it only for errands, hurrying across without a word, their eyes fixed straight ahead.
By M.Farooq2 months ago in Humans
The Lantern on Maple Street
Maple Street had always been quiet, but not peaceful. Houses stood shoulder to shoulder, but the walls between neighbors felt thicker than bricks. Rumors, misunderstandings, and long-standing grudges had built invisible barriers over the years. Mailboxes were barely checked, children played mostly indoors, and families avoided eye contact whenever they passed each other. Even the streetlights seemed to flicker uneasily, casting shadows that mirrored the tension in the air.
By M.Farooq2 months ago in Humans