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It takes a village to raise a family; advice and tips to make the most of yours.
Beyond the Homework and Extracurriculars
Introduction: The Quiet Sacrifices We Make Motherhood is a whirlwind. No matter how much we prepare for it, no book, advice, or well-meaning friend can truly explain what it means to devote every inch of ourselves to raising our children.
By Subhasri Devarajabout a year ago in Families
I Let Pride Ruin My Marriage—Now I Live with the Regret
I am a working woman, Alhamdulillah, employed in the Education Department as a Grade 18 officer. Unfortunately, I am also a mother of two and divorced. Women are often emotional by nature, and we tend to make decisions in the heat of the moment. We shouldn’t. We must learn to control our emotions. I’m 37 years old now. I got married at 28 within my extended family. My husband was also a government employee in the Health Department, serving in Grade 15. Until the birth of our son, we lived in a joint family and had a good time. I won’t lie — my in-laws were good to me, and there were no major issues. But truthfully, I never felt comfortable living in a joint setup. I wanted our own space. I told my husband we should build our own home and live separately. We both earned well and could afford to build a house in a year — even if we had to sell the car. He agreed. Using my savings, I purchased a plot, and together we built our home within a year. My salary was higher than my husband’s. After we moved into our new home, things changed. Like every household, we had minor issues. But honestly, I had developed an unhealthy pride in my job and my income. I began to consider my job as everything — and that was the biggest mistake of my life. Soon, our daughter was born. And let me tell you something — a woman’s worst enemy is often another woman, not a man. The emotional damage a woman can cause to another is far deeper. Since I had contributed more financially to building the house, I would taunt my husband during arguments, saying, “This house was built with my money. What have you contributed?” Then came my cousin — a frequent visitor — who slowly began poisoning my thoughts. She constantly reminded me that I earned more than my husband, subtly planting seeds of arrogance and resentment in my heart. She made me forget I had a husband, a home, and two beautiful children. Conflicts escalated. We had purchased a car, and once again, I had contributed more financially. One day, in a fit of ego, I told my husband: “Either return the money I paid for the car or stop using it.” What I thought was a small demand deeply hurt him. He quietly sold the car and gave me my share of the money. His older brother, who lived in Canada, was visiting us at the time. Before leaving, he handed the car over to him. That car was expensive. Watching it being given away broke me inside, and I reacted by demanding he return the money I spent on building the house as well. But here’s the painful truth: I was already planning to divorce him, influenced by the same cousin who had completely turned my mind against my own family. May Allah guide her — but those who break homes will never find peace either. She isn’t happy today either. My husband sold the car, gave me my money back, resigned from his job, and started a hotel business. Today, he owns three hotels. And me? Drowned in arrogance and bitterness, I am now a mental and emotional wreck. After receiving all my money back, I demanded a divorce. My husband and my family begged me to reconsider, but I was blinded. That cousin had already laid a trap for me. Her brother-in-law was a widower, a Major in the army, with a young daughter. She promised me a better life — a higher social status. Tempted by greed, I took the step and accepted the divorce. My ex-husband agreed to one condition: “You won’t take the children.” Blinded by ambition, I accepted. After my ‘iddah (waiting period), my cousin married me off to her brother-in-law. I moved into his grand home. He had luxury cars, drivers — everything. Yet, I traveled by rickshaw. I worked full-time, and he took every penny of my salary, only giving me a small monthly allowance. I cared for his daughter like my own while my own children lived away from me. I was tortured emotionally every day, but I kept quiet, trying to make things work. Then, the truth came out — he was already married in Islamabad. Still, I stayed. I promised myself I wouldn’t walk away this time. But he kept pushing me to leave, abusing me to the point that I would be forced to ask for divorce again. Eventually, I did. This time, my father — may Allah bless him — told me: “Come home, my daughter. Don’t suffer like this.” I returned. Just two months ago, my father passed away. He was my only support. I have four brothers. All are married and have their own lives. I still have my job — the one I used to be so proud of — but it offers me no peace. The salary comes, but what do I spend it on? Today, I am broken. I visited my children after a long time, thanks to my mother’s insistence. I bought them toys and gifts. But soon after, their father sent everything back through his younger son. My children are happy with their stepmother. And I am just a shadow of the woman I once was. All I want now is to have my children back. I believe that may help heal my broken soul. Please, if you are reading this — pray for me. I know I don’t deserve it after all the mistakes I made. But Allah can make anything possible. To my sisters reading this: If you're a working woman — whether in the private or public sector — never let your job or salary become a source of arrogance. Even if you earn more than your husband, never let it ruin your home. You cannot buy happiness with money or titles. My younger sister is a doctor. Her husband works in a private company. When I see them build their life together, supporting each other — I hate what I did to myself. Why did I destroy my own life? We often blame men — and yes, some are wrong — but sometimes, it’s us women who destroy everything because of pride and toxic advice from others. Never let another woman misguide you. A woman can be a woman’s worst enemy — never forget that. Now, after so many painful lessons, I’ve realized: No matter how big your job is, or how much you earn, without a husband — a woman is incomplete. And without a wife, a man is incomplete. That’s what family means: a husband, wife, and children. Nothing else brings true happiness. This society judges divorced women harshly — even if she’s completely innocent. Whether it’s strangers or your own family — they look at you differently. May Allah protect the honor of every sister and daughter, and save us all from pride and arrogance. Please make dua for me — may Allah bring something good into my life. If not, I fear I will lose even this job, as I spiral deeper into depression. This story is not fiction. It’s the truth of my life. Learn from my mistakes, so you never have to live through them.
By Muhammad Ilyasabout a year ago in Families
The Anchor in a Shifting World
We live in an era where change is the only constant. Technology evolves at lightning speed, economic landscapes shift overnight, and social dynamics continue to transform. In the midst of this rapid movement, many find themselves feeling untethered, anxious, and overwhelmed. Amidst all this flux, there remains one grounding force—family.
By Syeda Alisha Hussain Zaidiabout a year ago in Families
Why Holidays in Hayle Cornwall Are the Best
Nestled along Cornwall’s north coast, the charming town of Hayle has long been a hidden gem for holidaymakers seeking a blend of natural beauty, peaceful coastal living, and a touch of adventure. While places like St Ives and Newquay often steal the spotlight, Hayle offers an authentic Cornish experience that’s just as unforgettable—without the tourist crowds.
By Willowbrook Park Homesabout a year ago in Families
**Echoes of Wisdom: A Virtual Grandfather’s Legacy**
It started as an experiment. Nothing more than an innocent side project. Hamza, a tech-savvy yet emotionally detached young man, had always struggled with his family. Their constant lectures, unsolicited advice, and old-fashioned views made him feel suffocated. His grandfather, **Dada Abbu**, was the worst of them all—his wisdom was timeless, yet utterly incompatible with modern life. One evening, after another family gathering where Dada Abbu had**insisted** that Hamza must drink tea with cardamom to enhance his memory, Hamza stormed into his room and decided he had had enough. “This is it,” he muttered, opening his laptop. “If they won’t let me live in peace, I’ll create my own family.” And thus, the **Virtual Dada Abbu Project** was born.
By Mian Nazir Shahabout a year ago in Families
Finding the Best Arthritis Treatment in India: Top Ayurvedic Clinics & Healing Centers. AI-Generated.
Arthritis is a chronic condition that affects millions of people worldwide, including a significant number of individuals in India. While conventional medicine often offers symptom management, many patients are increasingly turning to Ayurveda for more holistic and lasting relief. In this article, we will explore the best arthritis treatment in India, focusing on top Ayurvedic clinics and healing centers that have earned a reputation for their effective therapies and patient care.
By Neeraj Arthritis Treatmentabout a year ago in Families
