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The Bond That Time Couldnot Break
Some friendships fade with time—but others, no matter how lost they seem, have a way of finding their way back… just when you need them the most.
By MAROOF KHANabout a year ago in Families
Life Is Like a River: Its Nature Is to Keep Flowing
Life, in its essence, is a continuous journey — ever-changing, ever-evolving, and ever-flowing like a river. The comparison between life and a river is both poetic and profound. Just as a river begins as a small stream and gradually grows, meandering through various terrains, so does life start from infancy, flowing through childhood, youth, adulthood, and eventually old age. It encounters challenges, obstacles, and beautiful moments along the way, but the most important thing is motion—the flow.
By Niranjon Chandra Royabout a year ago in Families
The Day They Chose Love Over Being Right: A Marriage Story
Lena and Marcus had been married for eight years. They had weathered life’s challenges together — moving cities, career changes, the loss of a parent, and the joyful, chaotic arrival of their daughter, Amara. Like any couple, their marriage had its seasons of warmth and seasons of cold distance. Lately, the latter seemed to be settling in more than either of them liked.
By Muhammad Ilyasabout a year ago in Families
Young Braveheart Falls in Line of Duty
Faridkot (Punjab, India) : The quiet village of Kothe Chahal in Faridkot district, Punjab, has been plunged into deep sorrow following the martyrdom of 22-year-old Agniveer Akashdeep Singh. The young soldier, a proud member of the Sikh Regiment in the Indian Army, laid down his life during active duty in Jammu on the morning of Thursday, May 15. His untimely and tragic demise has left not only his family shattered, but also sent ripples of grief across the region.
By Akhil Vohraabout a year ago in Families
The Last Breakfast With My Father
I never thought I’d miss the smell of burnt toast. It was always the same routine. Every Sunday morning, without fail, my father would wake up before the rest of us, march into the kitchen like a man on a mission, and completely destroy breakfast.
By Aliabout a year ago in Families
The Last Voicemail From My Mother
The Last Voicemail From My Mother There it sat. Unopened. Unheard. A voicemail that had lived in the dusty corners of my phone for six years. From my mother. Her last message. Left a few hours before the accident that took her life.
By Muhammad Hakimiabout a year ago in Families
My First Love
My First Love ♥ From the moment I was born until now, there is one love whose debt I have never been able to repay—and never will be able to—and that is the love of my mother. When I was innocent, unable to speak or walk, she could understand everything I needed just from my cries and laughter. She would instantly know what I wanted or what pain I was in. From childhood, through teenage years, and now into adulthood, my mother’s love remains just the same. I still remember when I was in school, how she would listen to my lessons every day after I came home and gently scold me—oh, what beautiful days those were. And when I started memorizing the Quran, even more than my teacher, my mother played the most important role. Her strictness, withholding food if I didn’t memorize properly, and then explaining things to me with love when I got stubborn—if that didn’t work, then she'd resort to another method (a little discipline, "Mola Bakhsh"). Whether it rained, was cold, or hot, she would wake me up at 4 a.m. Without fail. I was stubborn—I would skip Fajr prayers in the mosque every third day. But she would still wake me up on time, and if I didn't get up, she’d pour water in one ear, then the other. Still, my routine never settled. Now when I remember those times, I wish I hadn’t caused her such trouble. But time gone by never returns. When I completed my memorization and returned home, I still remember the joy in her eyes—tears of happiness along with congratulatory hugs. It felt like witnessing a glimpse of Paradise. After passing Matric, I came to Lahore. It was my first time leaving home. My mother’s advice and prayers were with me. During the third year of my Dars-e-Nizami studies, I started feeling homesick. I called home crying and told her, “Mama, I miss you. I don’t want to study anymore.” I thought she would tell me to come home. But instead, her response was the same firm tone and scolding I heard during my memorization days: “Now you miss me? After half the year is gone? Focus on your studies now. Don’t even think about quitting.” All of these memories are just small reflections of my love for my mother. Every day of mine is in her name, but today the whole world celebrates Mother's Day, so I want to honor the one because of whom I gained everything—the one who taught me the difference between right and wrong, who gave me moral upbringing, and taught me to respect elders and love the younger ones. Respecting parents is an obligation on every person. A mother is like a refreshing breeze for her child. She is the first school, the one who gives courage, strength, and morals to her child. My mother is my path to Paradise. My Mama is my strength, my courage, my every success. My parents are my true spiritual guides. I pray to Allah: May He keep our parents safe and sound, bless their lives with longevity and barakah. Ameen. "My Lord, have mercy upon them as they brought me up [when I was] small." (Quran 17:24)
By Dr Gabriel about a year ago in Families
I Found My Missing Brother After 17 Years — But He Pretended Not to Know Me. AI-Generated.
They say time heals all wounds — but they never tell you what to do when time turns someone into a stranger. I spent 17 years searching for my brother, chasing shadows and whispers, hoping one day we’d reunite. I never expected to find him standing just ten feet away… pretending I didn’t exist.
By Aliabout a year ago in Families
The Combat Soldier/Autism Connection
“Did you know? Mothers of children with autism experience stress levels similar to that of combat soldiers. A study said so.”
By Rachel Stognerabout a year ago in Families
Wasted Time & Second Chances: A Journal Entry on Love, Loss, and the Life I'm Fighting For.
Wasted Time & Second Chances A Journal Entry on Love, Loss, and the Life I’m Fighting For July 1st, 2023 I don’t usually share my private journal entries. But this one? This one demands to be seen. Because it’s not just mine—it’s for anyone who’s ever looked at their life and thought: How the hell did I get here? And more importantly: Where do I go now?
By MALIK Saadabout a year ago in Families
Dear Little Bird
The bird landed on a Tuesday. Elena stood there, gazing at it crouched next to her window, feathers rumpled, a smudge of dirt along its tiny beak. Rain pounded against the glass, streaking the world gray and blurry, but the bird did not move. It simply sat there — shivering, but whole.
By MD NAZIM UDDIN about a year ago in Families
From Boardroom to Basketball Court: The Real Life of a Working Mom
It’s a strange thing to live two lives at once. During the day, I’m a Delivery Director, handling teams, leading strategic conversations, and keeping client operations smooth. By evening, I’m a basketball mom — the one shouting encouragement from the bleachers, carrying spare socks, and reminding someone not to forget their water bottle again.
By oksy putrianiabout a year ago in Families