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By Frank j Monroeabout a year ago in Families
Parents
Parents are two small words, the two words are hidden, affection and love that is not able to measure by any manner in the world. Parents can understand how hard the parents have done for their children whose parents have left the world. Great blessings for parents. The Creator showed mankind the light of the type of light through the parents. Parents in the world are their children. There is no one in the world like a parent for a child. After the birth of the child, the parents accept the highest sacrifice. The Creator has given the most urge to serve the parents. The great Lord ordered the parents to serve after his worship. It is obligatory on every human being to serve the Parents the duty of the Creator to worship the Creator on the Muslim nation. All the commandments of Allah should be obliged to obey all the commands, so they have to serve from the parents of their parents in the field of life. The Creator says: Your Lord has given your Lord that you do not worship anyone other than Him, and always treat your parents. If one of them or both of them reaches your life in your lifetime, do not say 'Uff' the word 'Uff' (irritation, ignorance, disregard, anger and hatred) and tell them that they say humble words to them. Influence them to humble the humility to them and say, "My Lord! Please have mercy on them the way they observed me in childhood. Your Lord knows what is in your heart. If you are honest, he is forgiving for the repentant. " Elsewhere, it is said, "You will worship your Lord and do not associate anything with Him, and parents, relatives, orphans, orphans, the needy, the nearest, the neighbor, the companion, the companion, the companion, the slaves you have." The children have to spend the cost of the human resources, just as children should spend on the service of parents. Parents are very close to the child. They have to be satisfied with all the time, respect, to serve. In the present society, illiterate people are abusing parents; The condition of the educated people in modern education is tragic and awful. Educators are abusing parents at the pride of modernity rather than illiterate people. If the educated boys get the educated wife, then it becomes a time for parents. Because the old parents come forward in the service of the elderly parents will ruin their current modern style. So the parents do not agree to come to the edge of the service; Want to stay away rather than. The educated, illiterate boys are forced to break their parents' companionship in their beloved wives, which are very heartbreaking and touching. One of the reasons for this in the present society is the degradation of Islamic education and moral values. Why would educated people abuse parents? Why give the wife's advice on the coup? If the educated children are disobedient to parents, where will the nation learn morality? The child must be obliged to be forced to make the child's bright future and to engage in service. The responsibilities and importance of parents in the history of Islam are immense. Narrated in the Hadith, when a child looks at his parents with mercy, the Creator writes a 'Ma q bool Hajj' in his record in exchange for every vision. The Companions said, "O Messenger of Allah (PBUH)!" If a person looks like this a hundred times a day, will he still get this reward? He replied 'Yes'. Allah is very great, very holy. It is narrated in the hadith, that his nostrils be dust, his nostrils, his nostrils, the Prophet (peace be upon him) said three times. It was asked, O Messenger of Allah! Who is she Whose nostrils be dust. He said that the person who got one of his parents or both of them in their old age, but (serving them) did not enter heaven. The person who kisses the middle of his mother's eyes will be released from hell. Narrated, the person who kissed his mother's leg (Kadambuchi) kissed on the outskirts of heaven. Allah and His Messenger (PBUH) and the angels cursed those who are badly treated with parents, disobeying them, suffering and abuse them. The Creator became very angry at such a thing. No matter how much the parents and daughters worship parents, he will never get close to the Creator. No matter how many parents serve the parents throughout my life, their debt cannot be repaid. It is important to serve the parents and to bless them. The prayers of the three persons are accepted immediately, among them the parents of the parents, the prayers of the traveler and the prayer of the Majlum. Parents' good blessings are the best path of every child's beautiful life. May Allah bless our living parents. Donate the taufiq to serve them. And make the graves of those who have gone to the grave to make the gardens of Paradise. (Amin)
By Arfan Raihenabout a year ago in Families
💔 Top 5 Reasons Why Couples Break Up
Love is powerful—but relationships are not always easy. While many couples begin their journey filled with joy, connection, and shared dreams, not all relationships go the distance. Over time, various challenges can arise, and if they’re not addressed, even the strongest partnerships can fall apart.
By Alex Williamsabout a year ago in Families
The Heart of Connection: Understanding and Nurturing Healthy Relationships
Relationships are the invisible threads that hold our lives together. Whether romantic, familial, platonic, or professional, they shape who we are and how we move through the world. They offer comfort, growth, conflict, and meaning. At their best, relationships elevate us. At their worst, they can teach us the most difficult lessons about ourselves and others.
By Syeda Alisha Hussain Zaidiabout a year ago in Families
"My Recently Late Father"
It’s strange, using the word "late" for someone who was just here. Just the other day, he was sitting in his usual spot—left corner of the living room, tea in hand, the holy Quran always somehow on his side of the table. He wasn’t loud, never tried to be the center of attention. But when he was there, the house felt full.
By Md. Ashraful Azadabout a year ago in Families
Going to Disney World unplanned? One dad pays price, goes viral after spending $1,400
It's no secret that Disney World is expensive, but just how much of a hit will your wallet take? Well, one dad from Florida went viral after breaking down the price of his $1,400, unplanned visit to Disney World.
By Silas Blackwoodabout a year ago in Families
The Cow and the Curious Cat
On the edge of Greenhill Valley, nestled among rolling hills and blooming fields, there stood an old red barn. It was home to many animals—clucking chickens, playful goats, a proud rooster, and the gentle cow named Bella. Bella was big, brown, and calm as the wind on a lazy afternoon. She chewed her grass slowly, always with a dreamy look in her eyes. In that same barn, but far less noticed, lived a tiny gray cat named Whiskers. Whiskers was quiet, curious, and rarely seen. He loved sneaking through tall grass, watching insects fly, and listening to the wind whisper through the barn walls. He had no close friends—cats, after all, were often thought too mysterious to mingle much. One morning, as the sun stretched its golden arms across the sky, Whiskers crept out of the barn, his tail flicking with excitement. Today, he was determined to explore a part of the farm he had never dared go: the pasture where Bella the Cow spent her days. Whiskers had heard stories from the chickens. They said Bella was wise and kind but terribly dull. "All she does is chew grass and stare at clouds," clucked one hen. "She’s more like a statue than a cow!" whispered another. But Whiskers didn’t believe in secondhand stories. He wanted to find out for himself. He padded softly through the dew-covered grass until he reached the field. There stood Bella, her eyes half-closed, a gentle moo rumbling from her throat. "Good morning," Whiskers said cautiously. Bella opened one eye and looked down. "Well, hello there, little one. I don't get many visitors. What brings you here?" "I'm curious," said Whiskers, tilting his head. "They say you do nothing but eat and dream. Is that true?" Bella let out a low, warm laugh. "Maybe I do. But that doesn't mean I'm doing nothing." Whiskers blinked. "Then… what are you doing?" "I'm thinking," Bella replied. "I think about the sky, the grass, the stories the wind tells. I notice things others miss. That tree over there," she nodded with her head, "has a bird’s nest that wasn’t there yesterday. And the wind smells like rain today, though the sky is blue." Whiskers was surprised. No one had ever spoken like that to him before. From that day on, Whiskers began to visit Bella each morning. At first, he simply listened—curled up beside her as she watched the clouds and murmured her thoughts. She told stories of stars she had seen on clear nights, the rhythm of the rain on the barn roof, and the kindness of the old farmer who always patted her head. In return, Whiskers shared his own small adventures—how he had climbed the apple tree, chased a butterfly into a puddle, and once found a mouse who was too tired to run. Slowly, their talks grew deeper. They spoke about loneliness, about dreams, and about the meaning of silence. One chilly morning, the farm was unusually quiet. The hens didn’t cluck, the goats didn’t play, and the rooster didn’t crow. “Something’s wrong,” Bella said, sniffing the air. Whiskers nodded. “I think the farmer is sick. I saw him lying down inside the house. He didn't get up to feed us today.” The animals began to worry. Without the farmer, who would bring the hay? Who would open the barn doors and check the water? Bella stood up—tall and firm. “Then we must help each other.” “But how?” Whiskers asked. “You’ll see,” Bella smiled. Bella led the animals with quiet confidence. She guided the goats to push open the gate. The chickens found seeds on the ground they could share. The ducks led others to a hidden pond for water. Whiskers and the other cats, with their nimble paws, opened feed bags in the shed by crawling through a broken window. For three days, the animals worked together. And every evening, they gathered near Bella and Whiskers to rest and listen. Bella's calm voice gave them comfort. Whiskers, once quiet and unnoticed, now stood proudly by her side, sharing stories that made the younger animals giggle and the older ones smile. On the fourth day, the farmer returned. He had recovered, but when he saw what the animals had done—working together, helping one another—his eyes filled with tears. "You’ve become a family," he whispered. From that day forward, Bella and Whiskers were no longer seen as just a cow and a cat. They were leaders, friends, and storytellers. And every evening, under the golden light of sunset, animals from all corners of the farm gathered to listen to Bella's gentle wisdom and Whiskers' curious tales. The wind still whispered through the grass. The sky still changed its colors. But now, something had changed forever on the farm—something small, quiet, and beautiful. It was the story of a cow and a curious cat. A story of friendship that changed everything.
By Abdul QaharYosafzai about a year ago in Families
Can You Have More Than One Twin Flame? Myths Debunked
Years ago, I found myself captivated by the idea of a twin flame. It was a concept that promised a deep, soul-level connection with another person. I believed it was the key to unlocking true passion and growth in my life. But as I delved deeper, I realized the ideology was far more complex—and sometimes harmful—than I’d imagined.
By Wilson Igbasiabout a year ago in Families
At The Cemetery This Time Of Year
Every year, I make a trip to the cemetery to plant flowers, clean headstones, and plant flags that are missing. I attend to ten graves each year, and my husband attends to six headstones. Then I attend the cemetery where my children's dad is buried.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Families
Threads of Comfort
Upon Ellie's arrival into the world, her grandmother crafted a charming baby blanket, skillfully piecing together soft flannel squares. Each square was a remnant of worn-out shirts, beloved dresses, and timeworn bedsheets, all infused with cherished memories and a touch of nostalgia. The outcome was a tapestry featuring muted shades of blue, gentle hints of yellow, and subtle greens, meticulously stitched together with care. From the very first evening that Ellie settled into her crib, the blanket accompanied her, cozily tucked beneath her small chin. As she matured, the blanket transcended its role as merely a fabric item; it evolved into her guardian, steadfast companion, and trusted confidant of her innermost thoughts. She dubbed it “Bunny,” a name that seemed devoid of reason yet clung to her with the unyielding fervor only a young child can muster. Bunny explored a multitude of places: from preschool to exciting road trips, and even camping beneath the furniture in the living room. Despite the frayed edges and the further fading of colors, Bunny remained a constant presence. When Ellie turned ten, her parents kindly proposed that she consider leaving Bunny at home during their visits to friends or while traveling. "You've really grown up," her mother remarked with a gentle smile. While Ellie outwardly expressed her agreement, she found it nearly impossible to drift off to sleep without cradling it closely to her chest each night. Her fingers would instinctively roam over the frayed stitching at its corner, seeking comfort in its familiar texture. The transition to middle school introduced a set of fresh challenges and expectations. Children back then exhibited a heightened sense of awareness and were less inclined to overlook mistakes. On a typical afternoon, Ellie inadvertently brought up Bunny during an icebreaker activity in class focused on childhood memories. Caleb, known for his ever-present smirk, mockingly asked, "Is it true that you still sleep with a baby blanket?" Laughter cascaded through the room, resembling a harsh and unsettling static. Ellie's cheeks turned a deep shade of red. That evening, she wept against the plush fabric of Bunny, holding it closer than she had in many years. She refrained from bringing up Bunny to anyone else afterward. From that moment onward, it nestled within her pillowcase—concealed yet ever-present. Time continued to flow. As she entered high school, she encountered a series of unexpected challenges, including more difficult exams, emotional heartbreaks, and social struggles that she had not foreseen. Her parents separated quietly, as if they were attempting to avoid disturbing her peaceful slumber. Her mother relocated to a cozy apartment in the heart of the city. Her father became increasingly withdrawn, immersing himself in spreadsheets and long hours of late-night meetings. Ellie's world, which had once been vibrant with the soft, pastel hues of Bunny's patchwork, now appeared subdued and lifeless—dominated by shades of gray that felt both dull and frigid. However, Bunny chose to stay. It provided no solutions, offered no guidance, and did little to ease the uncomfortable pauses that often occurred during dinner conversations; yet, it remained a constant presence. It absorbed tears without hesitation. The air was infused with the fresh scent of laundry detergent, evoking a sense of security and comfort. Next arrived college—Ellie’s significant transition. She relocated to a different state, traveling three states away with only a suitcase and a box containing her essential belongings. She hesitated for a moment as she carefully placed Bunny between the neatly stacked jeans, concerned that her new roommate might catch a glimpse. Ultimately, she found it impossible to part with it. The dormitory buzzed with a cacophony of sounds, feeling unfamiliar and vibrant. Mia, her roommate, exuded brightness and energy. She proudly identified as “emotionally independent,” often indulging in herbal tea while jotting down her thoughts in a journal. One morning, Mia arrived at work earlier than usual and unexpectedly discovered Ellie discreetly tucking Bunny beneath her pillow. Mia exclaimed with genuine curiosity, "Is that a security blanket?" Her tone carried no hint of mockery. Ellie came to an abrupt stop. Certainly! Here's a rewritten version of the provided text:
By Ahiyan Hridoyabout a year ago in Families
