adoption

Adoption proves that sometimes, you can choose your family; all about the process before, during and after adoption.

The Silence Beneath the Earth
The morning her brother was laid to rest arrived wrapped in a heavy gray sky. The air itself seemed to mourn, thick and still, as if the world had paused to acknowledge her sorrow. Amina stood beside the open grave, her hands trembling in the folds of her black shawl. Around her, voices murmured prayers and condolences, but they sounded distant, like echoes drifting from another life.
By Farhadabout 17 hours ago in Families
The Weight of a Promise
When Bilal was ten years old, he made a promise he did not fully understand. His mother was sitting beside his grandfather’s hospital bed, her eyes tired but steady. The old man, once strong and energetic, now looked fragile beneath the white sheets. Bilal remembered holding his grandfather’s hand and hearing him whisper, “Take care of your family, no matter what.” At the time, the words felt simple, almost ordinary. But years later, they would become the foundation of Bilal’s character.
By Sudais Zakwana day ago in Families
The Night Everything Fell Apart
The Night Everything Fell Apart Ubaid I used to believe that life collapses slowly—like a building with cracks that warn you before it falls. I was wrong. Sometimes, everything shatters in a single night. It was a Thursday evening when the sky looked strangely heavy, as if it knew something I didn’t. I remember sitting at my desk, pretending to work while my mind wandered through unfinished conversations and silent disappointments. My phone lay beside me, face down, as if hiding from the truth it was about to deliver. At 9:17 p.m., it rang. I almost didn’t answer. It was my younger sister, Areeba. She rarely called me at night. Her voice trembled when I picked up. “Bhai… you need to come home.” There are certain tones in a person’s voice that freeze your blood. This was one of them. “What happened?” I asked, already standing up, my heart racing. “Just come. Please.” The drive home felt endless. Every red light felt personal, as though the universe had chosen to delay me. My mind ran through a hundred possibilities—none of them good. By the time I reached the house, my hands were shaking. The front door was open. That was the first sign that something was wrong. Inside, the living room lights were on, but the house felt darker than ever. My mother sat on the couch, her face pale, her hands wrapped tightly around her scarf. Areeba stood beside her, eyes red from crying. “Where’s Abbu?” I asked. No one answered. That silence said more than words ever could. “He left,” my mother finally whispered. Left. The word didn’t make sense. My father wasn’t the kind of man who “left.” He was the quiet pillar of our home—the one who paid the bills, fixed broken taps, and watched the news every night at exactly 10 p.m. “He said he couldn’t do this anymore,” Areeba said, her voice cracking. “He packed a bag and walked out.” It felt like the floor shifted beneath me. For years, I had noticed the tension. The late-night arguments behind closed doors. The cold silences at dinner. The forced smiles during family gatherings. But I had convinced myself it was temporary. Every family has problems, I thought. We’ll get through it. That night, I realized denial can be a dangerous comfort. “Did he say where he’s going?” I asked. My mother shook her head. “He just said he needs peace.” Peace. The word echoed bitterly in my mind. What about us? What about the peace of the family he was leaving behind? I walked into my parents’ bedroom. The cupboard door was slightly open. Half his clothes were gone. His watch box was empty. On the bedside table, there was a folded piece of paper. It wasn’t addressed to anyone. Just a few lines in his familiar handwriting: I tried. I really did. But sometimes staying hurts more than leaving. Forgive me. I read it three times, hoping the meaning would change. It didn’t. Anger rose inside me like fire. How could he walk away? How could he leave my mother to explain this to relatives, to neighbors, to a society that thrives on whispers? How could he leave Areeba, who still needed him to check her math homework? And how could he leave me—with the sudden weight of being “the man of the house”? That night, everything fell apart—not just our family structure, but the illusions I had built around it. Around midnight, the power went out. Normally, we would joke about the timing. That night, no one said a word. The house sank into darkness, lit only by the faint glow of streetlights filtering through the curtains. I sat on the floor beside my mother. For the first time in my life, she looked small. “I failed,” she murmured. “You didn’t,” I said quickly, though I wasn’t sure what I believed. “This isn’t your fault.” But blame has a way of creeping into broken spaces. It fills the gaps with questions that have no answers. Around 2 a.m., my phone buzzed. A message from Abbu. Take care of them. That was it. No explanation. No location. No promise to return. Just a responsibility handed over like an inheritance. I stared at the screen, my chest tight. I wanted to call him, to shout, to demand answers. Instead, I turned the phone off. Because deep down, I knew this wasn’t just about one fight or one bad day. This was years of unspoken pain finally spilling over. As the night stretched on, reality settled in. Tomorrow, I would have to face relatives asking uncomfortable questions. I would have to manage finances I barely understood. I would have to be strong for my sister when I felt like collapsing myself. But in that darkness, something unexpected happened. We talked. For the first time in years, my mother opened up about her loneliness. About how silence had replaced partnership. About how pride had stopped both of them from seeking help. Areeba admitted she had heard more arguments than we realized. And I confessed that I had seen the cracks but chose to ignore them because it was easier than confronting the truth. The night that broke us also stripped us of pretenses. By dawn, the sky softened into pale blue. Birds began to chirp as if nothing had changed. But everything had. Our family would never look the same again. There would be judgment, financial strain, and emotional wounds that wouldn’t heal overnight. There would be moments of anger and days of deep sadness. Yet, as sunlight slowly filled the room, I understood something important: Falling apart doesn’t always mean the end. Sometimes, it’s the beginning of rebuilding—without lies, without forced smiles, without pretending everything is fine. That night, I lost the version of my family I thought I had. But I gained something else. Clarity. Strength I didn’t know I possessed. And the painful, necessary understanding that love cannot survive where honesty is absent. The night everything fell apart was the worst night of my life.
By Ubaid 4 days ago in Families
What Fathers Uniquely Provide
The Error of Treating Parenting Roles as Functionally Identical Modern parenting theory often begins with the assumption that mothers and fathers are largely interchangeable, differing only in style or temperament. From this view, any deficits in one parent can be compensated for by the other through increased emotional effort, sensitivity, or presence. Parenting becomes a question of intention and quantity rather than function and role. This assumption is appealing because it aligns with cultural preferences for symmetry and fairness, but it collapses under closer examination of developmental outcomes.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast8 days ago in Families
Secrets Beneath the Olive Tree
The olive tree had stood in the courtyard of the old house for as long as anyone could remember. Its gnarled branches twisted toward the sky, leaves silver in the sunlight, roots tangled deep beneath the earth. To outsiders, it was just a tree. To the family that lived there, it was history, memory, and mystery all at once.
By Sudais Zakwan12 days ago in Families
Weaknesses
Her name is Nazia, and her husband, Ryan, was loving and caring, treating her with the gentleness of a devoted partner. They were living a joyful life until one day, Ryan had a severe car accident. Due to his carelessness, he hadn’t fastened his seatbelt, resulting in significant injuries. Thankfully, he survived, but the accident changed everything.
By Sudais Zakwan19 days ago in Families
Growing Up Without a Dad
Growing up without a dad leaves a space you notice even before you can name it. It is not always about what is missing materially. It is about guidance, reassurance, and the quiet sense that someone is always there to support you. Children notice absence even when adults try to soften it or explain it away. They notice empty chairs at birthdays, missed celebrations, and unanswered questions about who they are and where they belong.
By Eunice Kamau25 days ago in Families
Raising Children Alone: Choice, Circumstance, and the Emotional Consequences We Rarely Talk About
In recent years, more people are raising children alone. Sometimes it is a deliberate choice. Other times it is the result of loss, separation, abandonment, or the need to leave an unsafe situation. Society often debates the decision itself, asking whether it was chosen or forced, as if that distinction determines whether the emotional weight is valid.
By Eunice Kamau28 days ago in Families
Who was that?
We were not who he thought we were. At first, the thought crossed our minds to tell him the truth plainly, but then we felt that it might break the poor fellow’s heart. So we decided to talk to him for a while and not reveal who we really were.
By Sudais Zakwan29 days ago in Families
Men who eat nuts tend to have better quality sperm
Peak Potency: How a Daily Nut Habit Elevates Male Sperm Quality Male fertility rates have dropped in recent years. Many couples struggle to conceive, and men often overlook their role in this challenge. Your diet can make a big difference here. Nuts stand out as a simple fix. They pack antioxidants and healthy fats that support better sperm quality. Think of them as fuel for your reproductive system. Studies show men who eat nuts regularly see real gains in sperm health. If you're planning a family or just want peak vitality, adding nuts could be your smart move.
By Story silver book 30 days ago in Families
Forever Mommy
You are placing bricks, one on top of the other, oblivious to the couples pressing their noses to the glass that separates them from you. The room on this side of the glass has many more like you, in all shapes, sizes, colours, and ethnicity scattered on tables, chairs and mats, playing and laughing unaware of the fate that awaits you on the other side of the glass. The couples on the other side are seated in a waiting room awaiting their turn to view from the glass and choose their prospective offspring. It’s a thrift store of the unwanted and used.
By Poonam Desaiabout a month ago in Families
Bettijo Hirschi
Introduction Bettijo Hirschi is a multi‑talented creative professional from the United States. She works as a designer, art director, photographer, writer, and event planner. Bettijo has built a long career in creative work and media. People know her for her artistic skills, her work in magazines and television, and her lifestyle blog. She is also known in recent news because of changes in her personal life.
By Farhan Sayedabout a month ago in Families