humanity

Humanity begins at home.

For The Child Who Doesn't Know I Am His Mum.
I know we have been through a lot of trauma, And I wish that I could turn back time, The journey has been a painful one, Inside this mind of mine,
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Families
DIVINE ENCOUNTER ON MOTHER'S DAY
Mother’s Day, May 11th fall on a Sunday, I, her only child at home did not organize any party for mama because I make her smile and feel loved everyday when am close to her.
By Irene Mugang Narewec about a year ago in Families
Baba's Silence
In a small, humble home tucked away on the edge of a quiet village, there sat an old man on a creaky wooden cot under the shade of a neem tree. His name was Baba — a figure once tall and mighty in the eyes of his only son, Farukh. Time had curved his back, blurred his vision, and slowed his steps, but what it couldn’t touch was the warmth of his heart and the echo of memories he silently carried. Farukh lived in the city now. He had grown into a busy man — a well-settled professional, caught in the rhythm of meetings, traffic, and deadlines. Once a month, perhaps, he would call. And if time allowed, he visited his childhood home. But Baba never complained. He never asked why the visits grew shorter and the calls less frequent. He simply waited — in silence. There was a time when Baba’s voice filled the home with laughter, advice, and songs of old films he hummed while working in the fields. Now, silence sat beside him like an old friend. The walls of the house still remembered Farukh’s childhood — the scribbles on the wall, the cricket bat in the corner, the mark where his height had been measured every year. Baba remembered too. He remembered how Farukh once cried all night for a blue schoolbag, and how he sold his old watch to buy it. He remembered how he had walked barefoot to pay for Farukh’s college exam fees. Each sacrifice, each moment, was wrapped in quiet pride. Now, the same Baba sat alone, watching the narrow village road, hoping it would someday bring his son home — not just for a visit, but for a moment of heartful presence. One rainy evening, Farukh returned. His visit was unannounced. Baba was sitting by the door, wrapped in a light shawl, watching the rain fall — his eyes fixed on the drops as if they whispered old memories. Farukh stood silently behind him, unsure of how to bridge the growing distance between them. Baba sensed him, but didn’t turn. After a long silence, Baba spoke — not in complaint, not in anger, but with a quiet nostalgia:
By Mr Howabout a year ago in Families
What Nobody Tells You About Divorce at 25
When I got married at 23, I believed in the fairytale. Love, partnership, forever. No one expects to be googling “how to file for divorce in your 20s” just two years later. But there I was, 25 and navigating a divorce while my peers were still planning their weddings or perfecting their LinkedIn profiles.
By Muhammad about a year ago in Families
The Miracle of the Loaves and Fishes: A Bible Story of Faith and Abundance. AI-Generated.
In the rolling hills near the Sea of Galilee, during a time when Jesus walked the earth, a great crowd gathered to hear His teachings. The sun hung low in the sky, casting golden rays over the grassy slopes where men, women, and children sat, their eyes fixed on the gentle man who spoke of love, hope, and the Kingdom of God. This is the story of one of Jesus’ most beloved miracles—the feeding of the five thousand—a tale of faith, generosity, and divine abundance that continues to inspire hearts even today.
By David Andrewsabout a year ago in Families
The Nani’s Butter and Papa’s Wrath
I. The Two Worlds I Belonged To I was born in a small town at my maternal grandmother’s home in Shamli, Uttar Pradesh. My actual hometown was Saharanpur, another town in UP. But if you asked my heart where it belonged, it would always say — my Nani’s home.
By Sayed Sumairabout a year ago in Families
A Christmas Movie Tribute to Friday After Next"
A Christmas Movie Tribute to Friday After Next Released in 2002, Friday After Next is the third film in the popular Friday trilogy, directed by Marcus Raboy and co-written by Ice Cube and DJ Pooh. Unlike the average holiday movie filled with snow, hot cocoa, and sentimental moments, this film offers a hilarious, gritty, and distinctly urban twist on Christmas—making it one of the most unique entries in the holiday film genre.
By asma Khanabout a year ago in Families
Men Only Want One Thing and It’s Disgusting
You’ve heard it a million times. Men are simple. Men are selfish. There is only one thing that men desire. Hold on though because what if everything youve been told is false? What if the reality of what men desire is more sinister profound and disturbing than anyone has ever dared to acknowledge? Its not a fairy tale. This isnt a tirade.
By Olivia Chastityabout a year ago in Families
Silent Exit: When They Stay in the Marriage But Leave the Love.
Not all relationships end with a scream. Some end in silence, slow, suffocating, calculated silence. Sometimes, the person you're with doesn't hate you. They don’t even dislike you. They just don’t love you… and perhaps never truly did.
By Sayed Zewayedabout a year ago in Families
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By Frank j Monroeabout a year ago in Families
You Can Make Money With AI Without Quitting Your Job
Most people think they need to quit their job to build a new life. I thought that too. You scroll through your feed and see all these creators, entrepreneurs, YouTubers, AI gurus, and it looks like they all had to take the big leap, quit their job, burn the boats, and go all in.
By Olivia Chastityabout a year ago in Families
From the Heart of Chaos to the Awareness of the Survivor.
There are families not made of love, but of performance, where the bonds of affection are replaced by roles in a psychological theater. These families don’t raise children, they cast roles. The mother becomes the director of emotional manipulation, the father fades into the shadows of absence, and the children are assigned parts that suffocate their individuality.
By Sayed Zewayedabout a year ago in Families