family
Family unites us; but it's also a challenge. All about fighting to stay together, and loving every moment of it.
I’m Not Young Anymore—And That’s a Strange Kind of Freedom
I used to think that youth was freedom. The late nights, the endless possibilities, the sense that life was still unwritten—it all felt intoxicating. But with it came a weight I didn’t recognize at the time: the constant pressure to prove myself, to chase after the next milestone, to look the part, to stay relevant.
By Azmat Roman ✨5 months ago in Humans
The Last Library of Humanity
M Mehran Eli walked slowly through the ruins of the city, the wind carrying with it the faint smell of dust and forgotten fire. His boots crunched against shards of glass that had once been windows to tall buildings. The world, he thought, had grown quieter than it ever should have been.
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Humans
🌍 Storms, Floods, and Earthquakes: A Deadly Week Across South and Central Asia
A Week of Heartbreak The past week has been one of the darkest in recent memory for South and Central Asia. From raging floods in Pakistan and India to destructive earthquakes in Afghanistan and Tajikistan, nature’s fury has claimed thousands of lives and displaced countless families. Entire communities are mourning, homes have vanished beneath water or rubble, and survivors are left clinging to hope.
By ✦•············• Freelancer •············✦5 months ago in Humans
Chains of the Brothel – Part 3 The Cruelty of the Police, the Trap of Rehab
The wealthy man’s words hung in the air like venom: “What about the child—does he have a price too?” Anita froze. Her veins turned to ice. Aryan, barely four years old, clung to her dress, his small chest rattling with a cough. For a moment, the world stopped spinning. She tightened her arms around him, as if her fragile embrace could shield him from the darkness creeping closer.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Humans
Chains of the Brothel : Part 4 —Ruin & Rebirth
A Mother’s Anchor Time moved like slow poison. Day after day, Anita sat within the suffocating walls of the brothel, her body scarred, her soul weary. She had lost her youth, her dreams, her dignity—everything. Yet through every storm, one fragile hope kept her alive: her son, Aryan.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Humans
I Forgave Everyone Who Hurt Me—Except Myself
Forgiveness is something people talk about like it’s simple. Just let it go, they say. Free yourself from the weight of anger, resentment, and pain. I tried to live by that advice. I gave forgiveness freely to those who betrayed me, left me, lied to me, and broke me in ways I didn’t think I could recover from. And in many ways, it worked. The bitterness I once carried toward others loosened its grip on me.
By Azmat Roman ✨5 months ago in Humans
Cancer Woman and Libra Man Compatibility Score. AI-Generated.
When a Cancer woman and a Libra man come together, their relationship feels like a delicate dance between emotion and intellect, sensitivity and diplomacy. Cancer, ruled by the Moon, thrives on emotional security, home, and nurturing bonds, while Libra, ruled by Venus, seeks harmony, balance, and social connections. On the surface, they may appear to have very different approaches to life, but these differences can either create a complementary partnership or lead to misunderstandings, depending on how much effort they put into understanding each other.
By Inspire and Fun5 months ago in Humans
Chains of the Brothel: Part 6 The Withering Light
Padma’s life had always been a fragile flame, trembling against storms too cruel for her tender years. She was born beneath shadows that should never touch a child, robbed of innocence before she even understood what innocence meant. That cursed night—when predators trampled her body and soul—became the invisible chain she would carry forever.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Humans
Chains of the Brothel: Part 8 No More Fear
Shadows in the Old House The Old House had grown darker with each passing night. Its walls carried whispers of people the world had abandoned—voices swallowed into silence. Yet within that suffocating silence, Anita remained. Her presence glowed like a faint but unyielding flame.
By Shehzad Anjum5 months ago in Humans
The Child Who Cried “Allah” Outside the Green Dome
The child stood trembling before the grand mosque, his small hands clutching the word “Allah” crafted in glowing calligraphy. Tears rolled freely down his cheeks, his lips quivering as he whispered prayers only he and his Creator could understand. Behind him rose the magnificent Green Dome of Madinah, a symbol of peace, mercy, and eternal love. Yet in his heart, there was a storm—an ache too vast for such a young soul to carry.
By waseem khan5 months ago in Humans
