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When Motherhood Dies.
When Motherhood Dies: The Tragedy of Cruelty and the Loss of Humanity. Have you ever wondered: Can a mother really kill her own child? Not by accident. Not out of desperation. But by a cold, conscious decision. If the question alone moves you, the answer will haunt you. This is not fiction. It is not an exaggerated drama. It is a true story set in a lush, green village in one of Africa's most vibrant and contrasting countries, where the beauty of nature often masks the brutality of the people. A story in which motherhood was not celebrated, but rather suppressed.
By Sayed Zewayedabout a year ago in Families
Hills Like White Elephants
Unpacking Hemingway’s Silent Tension Ernest Hemingway’s short story Hills Like White Elephants is one of the most widely analyzed pieces in modern literature. First published in 1927, the story offers a minimalist yet powerfully emotional look into a conversation between a man and a woman waiting for a train in Spain. On the surface, it appears to be a simple dialogue. However, its deeper meanings reveal themes of communication, choice, gender roles, and power dynamics—all hidden beneath Hemingway’s characteristic iceberg style.
By its_ishfaq_ahmadabout a year ago in Families
Leave Single People Alone
In this article I want to explain why you should just leave single people alone. People are not fun to be around. At least not most people and there is too much of a chance, whether you are male or female, that you will end up with the wrong person. If you are a man and you have any of these qualities, (short, bald, poor make less than them) then you are considered creepy and can be accused of a lot of bad things you are innocent of. According to women you are creepy for having those qualities.
By Ferrari Kingabout a year ago in Families
"The Last Note of a Broken Heart"
"She thought it was a joke—until her love became his greatest regret. This tragic tale will shatter your heart... then teach you a lesson about love that lasts forever. Don’t scroll away—you won’t believe how it ends. "
By Historical Storiesabout a year ago in Families
Practice Self-Care
And all these things need to be done on the base of the Foundation of Healing—Caring for oneself. Healing is more than just what takes place when you’re ill or feeling poorly. It’s about creating the conditions that allow for well-being to flourish in all aspects of your life — emotionally, physically, mentally and spiritually. Self-care is the heart of recovery from traumatization because it helps us find our balance, resilience and soul-health. It requires intention, presence, and intention.
By Laila Sadiaabout a year ago in Families
"What I Wish You Knew: A Letter From Your Fourteen-Year-Old Child
Dear Mom and Dad, I’m 14, and there’s a lot I wish I could tell you, but I often struggle to express it in the right way. Please take a moment to understand that I want to learn from you, but I need patience. Life is overwhelming sometimes, and it would help me if you could give me time to make sense of everything at my own pace, so that I can look back on these years with fond memories.
By Muhammad Ilyasabout a year ago in Families
The Price of Pride: A Woman’s True Story of Love, Loss, and Lessons
I am a working woman, Alhamdulillah, a Grade 18 officer in the Education Department. Unfortunately, I am a mother of two and divorced. Women are emotional by nature—they often make decisions driven by emotions, which they shouldn’t. Emotions must be controlled. I am 37 years old. I got married at the age of 28 within my extended family. My husband was also a government employee in Grade 15, working in the Health Department. We lived in a joint family until our first child—a son—was born. That time was good. I won’t lie and say there were no problems in the joint family. They were good people. But I never felt comfortable living that way. I told my husband we should build our own house and move out. Our salaries were sufficient. I even suggested selling the car to build the house first and then buy another car later. He agreed. I bought the plot with my money, and within a year, we built the house together. My salary was higher than his. We moved out. Of course, there were little issues—every home has them—but I must confess: I was overly proud of my job. I thought my career was everything, which was the biggest mistake of my life—something I now deeply regret. Then, my daughter was born. And here’s a hard truth: a woman’s biggest enemy is often another woman. A man may hurt you, but another woman can destroy you. I had invested more money in building the house, and in my pride and arrogance, I would often taunt my husband about it. That poison destroyed everything. My cousin, who used to visit frequently, began influencing me negatively. She constantly reminded me I earned more, he earned less—she kept feeding me toxic thoughts. Eventually, I even forgot I had two children. Fights became frequent. We had bought a car, and I had contributed more financially. One day I told him, “Either pay me back or stop using the car.” It was a casual statement for me, but not for him. He sold the car and gave me back my money. His elder brother from Canada visited and stayed for three months. Before leaving, he gave the car to him. That hurt me deeply. Eventually, I demanded my investment back from the house as well. Why? Because I had already decided—under my cousin’s influence—to seek a divorce. May Allah guide her. But those who destroy others' homes never find peace themselves. My husband gave me the money, left his job, and used the remaining money to start a hotel business. Today, he owns three hotels. And I—a woman drowning in arrogance—became a psychological wreck. Once I got the money, I demanded a divorce. He and my family tried to stop me, but I refused to listen. My cousin manipulated me further—suggesting her brother-in-law, a major in the army, who was a widower with a daughter. Greedy for status and blinded by pride, I agreed. My husband agreed to divorce on one condition: that I would not take the children. I accepted. After the waiting period, my cousin arranged my second marriage. I stayed there for four months. I worked, but they took all my salary. Their home was luxurious, with cars and drivers, yet I traveled in rickshaws. I took care of his daughter while mine were elsewhere. I was given a monthly allowance of just ten thousand rupees. After eleven months, I found out he was already married in Islamabad. Despite trying to adjust, he continued to mentally torture me until he pushed me to demand divorce. Eventually, I returned to my parents’ home, and just two months ago, my father—my only true support—passed away. Now I have a job and a salary but nothing to live for. Today, my mother arranged a meeting with my children. I bought them toys and treats. A short while ago, their father returned those items through his youngest son. My children are happy with their stepmother. And I... I am broken. My only wish now is to have my children back. I believe if that happens, maybe I can start healing. But it seems impossible. Please pray for me. To all working women—whether in government or private sectors—no matter who earns more, never let your job become your pride. Money can never buy true happiness. My younger sister is a government doctor. Her husband works in a private company. They build everything together. When I see them, I hate myself even more. Why did I do this to myself? Why did this happen? Often, we see posts blaming men—and yes, many are at fault—but women, too, can ruin themselves out of arrogance and comparison. Don’t repeat my mistakes. And never, ever let another woman misguide you into destroying your home. A woman’s enemy is often another woman. I've learned that through painful lessons. A job, wealth, or position doesn’t complete a woman. A man is incomplete without a woman, and a woman is incomplete without a man. A family—husband, wife, and children—is the only true source of happiness. Nothing else compares. This society will always judge a divorced woman harshly—no matter how pure she is. I pray Allah blesses all daughters and sisters with good fates, saves us from pride, and brings peace to broken hearts. This is a real story. Every word is true. A real woman’s life. (Shared)
By IRSHAD MUHAMMADabout a year ago in Families
The Day Silence Screamed
A Village of Quiet Faces In a faraway valley hidden between gray hills and quiet rivers, there was a village called Meerabad a place so silent that even the wind moved softly. The people there lived with zipped lips, cautious hearts, and eyes full of unspoken thoughts. Children played without laughter, weddings had no music, and even tears were wiped away quietly.
By Muhammad Hayatabout a year ago in Families
