In the heart of home, where echoes dwell,
Family values weave their timeless spell.
With every meal and shared embrace,
We build a world of warmth and grace.
Traditions pass from hand to hand,
Like grains of sand in shifting land.
Through trials faced and moments sweet,
Our values form a steady beat.
Respect and love, the guiding thread,
In every word and deed unsaid.
In the bond of family’s tender might,
We find our way through darkest night.
Roots entwined in unity,
Family values set us free.
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Abbas
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Thanks for sharing
Actually in our country also, there are a set of ethics we have followed for generations. It is nice.