humanity
Humanity begins at home.
Title: Crime After Midnight
The town of Aridan was aglow with the promise of a new year. The bustling streets were filled with laughter, and the air was thick with the scent of anticipation as residents eagerly awaited the stroke of midnight. As the clock struck twelve, fireworks illuminated the sky, casting a kaleidoscope of colors over the lively crowd. However, little did the celebrants know that the jubilant atmosphere would soon give way to an unexpected and gripping tale.
hassen fraihPublished 3 months ago in FamiliesTitle: Embracing the Night's Secrets.
In a tranquil village nestled between rolling hills and murmuring trees, there lived a young woman named Lila. Hers was a gift beyond the ordinary — the unique ability to comprehend the language of the night. Each evening, as the moon cast its enchanting glow, the night revealed its secrets to her in hushed, cryptic tones.
hassen fraihPublished 3 months ago in FamiliesFor My Tío
One thing about my tío, he was too funny. Was. I hate the past tense so much. To commemorate his life, I'd like to share one of my favorite memories of him with you all.
Angel AdagioPublished 3 months ago in Families"Discovering the Majesty: 10 Most Beautiful Places in America's Nature"
Table of Contents: Introduction 1.1 Importance of Nature Exploration 1.2 Overview of America's Natural Beauty Grand Canyon National Park 2.1 Geological Wonders 2.2 Breathtaking Views 2.3 Outdoor Activities
Skr travel and insurance dealsPublished 3 months ago in FamiliesThe Hidden Treasure of Wisdom
Once upon a time in a small village nestled between rolling hills, there lived a curious boy named Lucas. Lucas was known for his insatiable thirst for knowledge and his love for adventure. His greatest desire was to uncover the secrets of an ancient legend whispered among the elders of the village.
Madukwe uche JenniferPublished 3 months ago in FamiliesTitle:the end of the night
The moon hung in the night sky, its brilliance casting an ethereal glow that illuminated a world shrouded in darkness. It was a night where secrets thrived, and I knew where you might be—where the inhabitants drew the blinds, shutting out the outside world, and where the midnight oil burned incessantly, pushing the boundaries of time until the first light of dawn.
hassen fraihPublished 3 months ago in FamiliesI Got Punched in the Face with a Clementine
All I wanted was my seventeenth apple of the day. It wasn't a big ask. "Apple!" I demanded, pointing to the top of the fridge.
Sirena Carroll - The Blind Single MomPublished 3 months ago in FamiliesUnmasking the Poison Behind the Laughter
In the picturesque landscapes of Kerala, where the backwaters gently weave through emerald-green paddy fields and coconut palms sway in the warm breeze, there existed a tale that defied the tranquility of this southern Indian state. At the heart of this story was Jolly Joseph, a woman whose charming smile masked a chilling secret that would rock the foundations of her tight-knit community.
Holy Family — Union Archetype
*From the Peace, Please! Essay Collection Before we continue with this “humanity non-sense,” this Holiday season, I invite you to find and build Peace by opening your hearts to Jesus Christ and the Holy Family from a Human perspective, so that believers and non-believers get a unified message of Faith and Peace. We can embrace and reflect on their loving-kind journey as a family and as individuals. A life of Faith, Compassion, and Love blessed and rewarded by the Mercy and Power of God.
I Can't Let January Go By
Darlene, my oldest cousin, was born on January 1, 1944. Being a decade older than myself, she always seemed smarter and wiser than me. She tolerated me about half the time, another fourth of the time she truly spent caring for me in her own special ways, and the last fourth of time spent in her presence, she could be downright mean and nasty. I was the oldest of my own siblings, so having her in my life seemed to teach me some of her bully traits, so that I could pass them over to my younger brother and sister when necessary. But it also taught me not to be quite as harsh in the unleashing.
Shirley BelkPublished 4 months ago in FamiliesWe're Not So Different: Blind? Sighted? Parents.
As I carry my daughter's laundry toward the stairs, I press my face into one of her shirts, breathing in her clean, unique scent. I find myself wishing I could carry a tactile reminder of it with me always. As of January 2022, when I write this entry, I am facing a departure in approximately three weeks; German law mandates my return to the States for several months before I can visit again.
Sirena Carroll - The Blind Single MomPublished 4 months ago in Families"Echoes of Destiny: The Secret Guardians"
In the quiet town of Arcadia, nestled among rolling hills and whispering forests, lived a seemingly ordinary teenager named Ethan. With tousled auburn hair and eyes that sparkled like emeralds, Ethan moved through life unnoticed, hidden in the shadow of anonymity. Yet, unknown to the world, he possessed extraordinary powers that shimmered beneath his unassuming facade.
Mustafa AliPublished 4 months ago in Families