healing
How to heal fully and properly.
Beyond the Boundaries
In the heart of Kolkata, where the streets pulse with the rhythm of life, there lived a young boy named Arjun. From the moment he could walk, Arjun's life revolved around cricket. His father, a local coach, instilled in him a love for the game that burned brighter than the midday sun.
By Solomon Duke3 years ago in Motivation
The Forgotten Dream
In a bustling city where ambition reigned supreme, there lived a young woman named Cara. Her days were consumed by the relentless pursuit of success, fueled by a burning desire to prove her worth to the world. Little did she know that her single-minded focus on climbing the corporate ladder had slowly eroded her once vibrant spirit, leaving her a mere shell of the dreamer she once was.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq3 years ago in Motivation
"Unbound: Mona's Odyssey of Self-Realization and Liberation"
Mona's Tale: A Journey of Resilience and Self-Discovery In the heart of a serene countryside, where the rolling hills kissed the sky and the whispers of the wind carried tales of old, there dwelled a girl named Mona. Her life, like the winding paths that crisscrossed the village, was a tapestry woven with threads of perseverance and determination, spun against the backdrop of a humble community where dreams often withered before they could bloom.
By DREAMER3 years ago in Motivation
The Memorial Club
I remember that war just like it was yesterday. My troops were in good spirits and they were aim and ready to fight. We all had a good healthy breakfast. We were all fixed on doing well and getting home to see our families. Afterall we have been fighting this war for years, and we had ups and downs victories and defeats. But we were determined to come out as the victor. We were ready. We were prepared and we were unafraid of the consequences. I remember I was suppose to be on that helicopter when it crashed in Afganistan. But I was not feeling well and I got PTSD. And I went home to my family feeling like a coward feeling like a failure. I was relieved of my duty and I was relieved of my position. I went to their funerals to heal. But it was heartwrenching. I saw the tears of their friends. I saw the tears of their parents. I saw the tears of their children. I had to leave early because it was overwhelming. I remember gently walking outside and crying in my car while holding their picture. And crying profusely because I felt it was my fault that I deserved no recognition without them .That I was somehow a failure. And I struggled I had to find a way to keep getting my payments. My family suffered because of my PTSD. I remember trying to tell my three year old that we are gonna make it. She would not stop crying leaving her friends and leaving her family and leaving her school. It was awful days ahead. Then the medicine, sometimes I would be so depressed that I would want to end it all but somehow the sound of my children and the voice of my spouse healed me and made me feel better. And the medicine, the pain from the medicine was more gentle than the pain of remembering. It took months for me to laugh and cry for joy. You see you go through a depressive phase that ebbs away your personality and sedates your attitude. I am surprised that my family stood by me. I am surprised that my parents who raised me came together set aside their differences and their divorce and showed me that they loved enough to fight for me. My hopes were on the brink of coming back and I was ready to talk to the families just when my counselor who gave me back my home and she gave my family the security that they needed. Ms. Sandy came to me and told me now that you are better you can help others. Share your story with these veterans share your story with these surivvors then talk to the family. So my parents trained me to get the story right then my wife held my hand to check if I am okay and eventually my therapy dog from war gave me grit and guts to overcome the despair. And I wanted my parents and my wife there but not my duaghter till she grows up. It was my turn the first in the group of veterans. I saluted and turned and said my story holding back tears. And I received an applause from everyone. I shook the hands of my friends' families and they all wanted me to try their deceased family member favorite dessert. I tried them all and loved everyone of them and I told them what I have been through and that I will never forget what their family member has done and the friendship they gave to me. And on the spot gave each one of them, a daffodil saying that is what I should have done at their loved ones funeral. And I hugged each and every one of them and told them that they mean much to me and to call me anytime. The Desert Storm Veterans approved saying we need more men like that who can show grit and courage and honor their country. We need that type of leader. And we we welcome and salute you. The Vietnam Veterans approved saying our war was ugly and even worse but fellas like this one suffered the way we did at the front lines. Maybe we all should tell our story maybe we can heal the nation. The World War 2 Veterans approved saying we are a great generation but that's because we covered our flaws and had to come together. But I wondered if we gathered together and help each other and extend fellowship and unite together and bring the veterans to heal and spread hope. And just like that they decided to form and build the Memorial Club and I vowed to be the Secretary and I would help veterans get out their stories to heal them and remember them.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous3 years ago in Motivation
Momma and Me
I wasn't always this young fine thing I am today. No Thomasina was a Daddy girl. I used to love Daddy holding me and reading to me. I loved story time. Dad had a way of making me feel special. We would laugh always together. And he was the one that I did not want to disappoint. Dad was my everything. And Mom was what I wanted to grow up being like. Yeah the world was perfect at one time. And everything was in the right position. I had friends ooh child good friends. Friends that you can make good conversation with it. Friends you can play with where Momma and Dad would not be so concerned. And these friends lasted me all the way up to college. We were off and on. Because Dad was my hero and my greatest friend. He would tell me what the world thinks of me. He would tell me how better I am if i used my brain. In fact Dad's character is what I would like in a man. I want a man like Dad. Momma helped me too. She would tell me what looks good on me and we would have fun just picking out dresses. She would teach me the basics of cooking. And I was a worse cook till they taught me in school. But Momma never gave up on me. She would keep me in the kitchen during Summer and Holidays learning how to cook. Sometimes I would asked Daddy if she was torturing me. And he would say that your mother believes in you and cares for you. And finally I got the basics of cooking and I am soo glad Momma believed because if she did not then I would be mess up in college. Ohh college is fun. I liked learning history and that is where I met Robert. Robert is smooth and handsome. He is classy and smart. In the middle of college that's when I decided my family should meet him but Momma said Daddy can't go out much and has a little sickness. And so I told Robert but Robert felt that he was avoiding him and Robert got a little angry with the excuses because he set his eyes on marrying me. So I had to keep making excuses. Then Robert got mad and he made me tell the truth. Because I did not want to breakup with Robert but I told him. I said my father has been sick for a long time. And his wishes are for me to graduate. Robert got so angry that he called off our friendship. And so to avoid Robert I took a break from school and went home to help Momma with Dad. Dad was easy-going. He was happy with the help. He would remind me of yesterday. He would love for me to make his meals. He would love for me to hug him and kiss his forehead. Dad was charming and gentle. And after some weeks that turned into months, Dad when he got better would asked where is my man. Where is Robert? And I started to cry while taking care of Dad so loud that Momma heard me and took over. Momma said that's not what your father need sadness after overcoming pneumonia four times. Girl stop crying for I kick you out. Just tell the truth and stop hiding like you did when you were young. So I straighten up and said I kept holding him off. I kept withholding family stuff. And he left me. Dad said Do you love him. I said Yes. Then he said go find him. I am fine with your mother. Go find your love Beloved. I said Okay Daddy. So I packed up and left in the morning from my parents' house. I called all my friends and re-registered with college. It took weeks and weeks then I went with my friends into this Jazz Club. And the girls wanted to surprised me and I could swear that Robert was performing in this group. After the performance my friends must have been drunk and asked for the Fever Song as we sat close to the front. Robert was the lead singer. And he took off his jacket and tie while he sang fever. And just before the end he asked me my name after he kiss my cheeks and forehead. And he took off one of his rings asking me to marry him and I said yes. And that was the biggest kiss I ever got. I called Dad and Momma in the morning because I got my man. But Momma calmed me down and said Daddy died. And after getting home with Robert after our quick marriage. I took Momma in. Momma used to have nightmares about Daddy. And she would wake up and dream of her parents. After sometime, Robert insisted that Momma be put in a home, where I could visit her. But I refused, I told him that I promised Daddy that I would take good care of her. And so we hired a nurse to look after Momma and I was pregnant. After I gave birth, Momma was bedridden. And she could only look at the baby, I said Momma it's a girl and she is named after you and me Joan Thomasina. Momma smiled and drifted to sleep. And Momma never woke from that sleep. Momma's death was worse than Dad's because I knew my father well really well. And he loved mother taking care of him. Now that I got a daughter I have to moved ahead but I will never forget my mother as Dad would have wanted.
By Distinguished Honorary Alumni Dr. Matthew Primous3 years ago in Motivation
The Courage To Say What Matters
When it comes to expressing our deepest feelings, so many of us hold back. We let fear, doubt, and insecurity silence the words we long to say. Yet, in doing so, we deny ourselves the chance for emotional fulfillment and meaningful connection with those we care about most.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq3 years ago in Motivation
Eternal Beacon
The old lighthouse stood atop the rugged cliffs, its white paint peeling, and its lantern long extinguished. Locals called it the “Whispering Lighthouse” because they swore they heard faint voices carried by the sea breeze. But no one dared venture up there anymore. Not since the tragedy.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq3 years ago in Motivation
I wish I knew this before entering into my teenage years!
Teenage is that phase of your life where you experience a whirlwind of emotions as you transition into adulthood. You do not get along with your elders because you always feel like everyone’s judging you and they don’t understand you! It’s always a mental fight to constantly juggle between your childish and adult characteristic traits. After you pass your teenage years, you consider that some things could have been done differently or there were some unknown facts you weren’t aware of! I got your back! Below listed are some of the things that I wish I had known before entering into teenage-
By Aashima Sharma3 years ago in Motivation
The Undefinable Love
The corner store wasn't just a place to grab groceries anymore; it had become a window into a world overflowing with parental love. Every day, the same routine unfolded. Nature's undeniable bond, the one between parent and child, played out on a small stage stocked with cans and colorful packages. Here, the shopkeeper wasn't just a man behind the counter, but a superhero in worn work clothes. Parents, they say, are a child's first teachers, shaping their very essence like a potter molding clay. From the nurturing mother bird fiercely protecting her young to the father bird diligently finding food and teaching survival skills, the animal kingdom echoes this truth. Every word, every interaction, leaves an indelible mark. No outside influence can compete with the sheer power of a parent's role model status. This particular day, the superhero shopkeeper wasn't just ringing up sales. He was patiently communicating with a little girl, his daughter Rida. Her smile, as bright as the summer sun, contrasted with the hearing aid nestled behind her ear, a constant reminder of the challenges she'd faced since childhood. At ten years old, Rida was finally tackling the alphabet, the simple letters a gateway to a world of knowledge she'd longed to explore.
By Faisal Karim3 years ago in Motivation
