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Why Marriage Still Matters in a Modern World?
In a world that’s rapidly changing—where independence is celebrated, personal freedom is prized, and traditional norms are constantly being redefined—the question, “Why should I marry?” is more relevant than ever. It’s not a question of rebellion or cynicism; it’s a genuine inquiry rooted in the desire to make meaningful, informed life decisions.
By Engr. Mansoor Ahmadabout a year ago in Marriage
The Message I Never Sent
I wrote the message three times. Each version was a little different—some angrier, some softer, some just full of dots and unfinished thoughts. But I never sent it. I still think about that night. The room smelled like rain and old books. My phone screen glowed against the darkness, and your name sat at the top of the screen like a dare. We hadn't spoken in months. Not since I let you walk away. You didn’t slam the door. You didn’t scream. You just said, “If you don’t know by now, I can’t keep waiting for you to figure it out.” And you left. At the time, I told myself I was doing the right thing. That love should be logical, tidy, controlled. That not texting back immediately showed strength. That keeping my heart guarded was wisdom. But the truth? I was scared. Scared of needing you too much. Scared of being known. Scared of becoming someone soft. But I didn’t realize that real love is soft. It doesn’t demand control—it asks for honesty. And I failed at that. --- So that night, months later, I opened our old thread. The last message from you just said, “Take care.” No drama. No blame. Just final. And I typed. > “I’m sorry. I wasn’t ready then. I thought pushing you away was strength. But now I just miss you.” I stared at it. Read it five times. And then deleted it. Typed again. > “I hope you’re doing well. I still think about you when it rains.” Deleted that too. The third one? > “Do you ever think about me?” That one hurt the most. Because the truth is, you probably don’t anymore. You moved on. Maybe you found someone who doesn't flinch at commitment. Someone who didn’t need to lose you to understand your worth. But I still see you everywhere. In the girl laughing too loud in the coffee shop. In the playlists I skip because they still carry your echo. In the scarf someone wore last week that looked exactly like yours. In the quiet moments before I sleep, when your memory slips in like a breeze I can’t shut the window against. I try not to romanticize the past. I know memory is a soft liar. But you were different. Not perfect, not without flaws—but you were real. --- I didn’t send the message. And I’ve had to live with that silence ever since. But here’s what I’ve learned: Sometimes closure isn’t a conversation. Sometimes it’s writing the words you never said—and letting them go. So I did. I let them go. Not because they didn’t matter. But because holding them in was starting to rot something inside me. --- You taught me that love isn't always grand gestures and perfect timing. Sometimes it’s just someone willing to sit with you in your mess. And I wasn’t brave enough to let you do that. I thought love meant fixing myself first. Now I know—it just means showing up. Flawed. Honest. Afraid, even. But showing up anyway. --- I hope you’re happy. I hope someone makes you feel seen in all the ways I didn’t. I hope you laugh without holding back. I hope someone texts you just to say, “I saw a cloud today that reminded me of you.” Because you deserve that kind of love. --- I still have that message draft saved in my notes app. Not because I’ll send it. But because I want to remember who I was when I wrote it—and who I don’t want to be again. It reminds me that I had the chance to love deeply, and I let it pass. That I had the chance to speak—and chose silence. --- To anyone holding back words you needed to say: Say them. Even if they shake in your throat. Even if they come too late. Because silence can protect us—but it can also rob us of something we never get back. If this story reminded you of someone—text them. Call them. Or at least write it down. Even if you never press send.
By Muhammad Abuzar Badshah about a year ago in Marriage
Loving Someone Who's Already in Love With Their Past
Loving Someone Who's Already in Love With Their Past They say timing is everything. I used to think that was just another cliché people throw around when life doesn’t unfold the way you want. But now, I understand.
By Huzaifa Dzineabout a year ago in Marriage
Second Chances Exist — But Only Once
Second Chances Exist — But Only Once In 2147, humanity perfected regret management. It came packaged in the sleek, government-issued device called the Redress Chip, implanted behind every newborn’s left ear. By law, everyone got exactly one Second Chance in life — a single opportunity to rewind time and rewrite a moment they couldn’t live with.
By Huzaifa Dzineabout a year ago in Marriage
The Envelope I Never Wanted
A Knock That Changed Everything I used to believe marriage was a promise that, if you worked hard enough, you could keep unbroken. Mark and I had been together for twelve years, and in all that time, I clung to the story that we were different—that we were stronger because we’d come from fractured families and were determined never to repeat their mistakes. Even when he started coming home late, smelling faintly of hotel soap, I convinced myself it was all in my head.
By Zahir Ahmadabout a year ago in Marriage
Into Love
I did everything I could possibly do. I excelled. I went to college. And I remained focus. It never cease to amaze me at the grades and resilience. Who could have imagine those accomplishments? Who could imagine those achievements? My family told me to never give up on your dreams. Scott Badewood is my name. And all that hardwork paid off. I got just about everything that I need. And the world is open to unlimited possibilities. I have written some books and I am ready to learn new things. My heart is open. I love my job. I love helping people find their way. I love guiding people to their dreams. But the real world is not all what it appears to be. Things are not what they appear to be. As I entered the doctorate program, I am nervous. Rebecca has always been a rock. She knows a lot and she is a church woman. She is beautiful and lovely. She is simply amazing. It was hard being around her. It was hard being near to her. But I was determined to pass graduate school. I really wanted to become a doctor. And so everything was pushed aside even love was push aside. My ambitions was to change the world at all cost. I wanted to become an expert. I wanted to do something great. My professors were hard and stern. They tested me in everyway. And they figured out my ambitions. And I had to prove myself to them day after day. And I was stressing. And everytime I doubted myself Rebecca was there. She was there consoling me and building me up. And I only look upon that as good friendship. Until the unthinkable, I had to drop out of graduate school. And Rebecca was there but I was to upset and walk away. I left everything for that time because for the first time I felt like a failure. And it was hard being a failure and I was not ready for anything. I was not ready to be with someone. I could not figure out my future. And this happened for sometime, I was lost. And usually walking in the park, I heard something. A woman was in trouble and she ran in fear, she was robbed and was not hurt. And I searched for her. And it was Rebecca. And for the first time I held and console her. And she was shaking and crying. And you could hear it in her voice. I held her tight. And I told her that it would be ok. And I told her stories about how she saved me. And I told her how I felt. And I told her what she mean to me. And Rebecca stop crying. And I promised to give her back what was lost. And I gave her what I had left in my wallet and walked her home in the night. And I walked her in and told her family everything that happened to her. And even reported to the police. And everyday from then I would bring her daisies bright yellow daisies. And she would place them in her hair and kiss me calling me her hero. And we met again closer and stronger together. And she no longer feared about that robbery or where it happened. I brought her back to that place that gave me purpose. And I told her again what she mean to me. I told her again what life was like without her. And I said that I had some funds to help. And I proposed to her. I wanted to be her man. I wanted to be her lover. I wanted to be her best friend both now and forever. And she accepted. And I asked her what wedding she would like. And she said now today. Let's go to the court house. And so we went and married just like that. And we celebrated with our families. And we had one on the way, I had meaning to my life. I had meaning to my dreams again
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primousabout a year ago in Marriage
🌸 How I Found My Life Partner – A Journey of Prayers, Pain, and Destiny
I used to wonder how people found true love. I would see couples walking hand in hand, laughing like the world was theirs, and deep down, a soft ache would whisper inside me—“When will it be my turn?”
By Muhammad Riazabout a year ago in Marriage
