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Family-themed art is a look into one's living room; it depicts celebration, crises, and the quiet moments of familial interactions.
The Silent Light of a Mother's Love
The Silent Light of a Mother's Love There was once a woman named Ayesha, a mother whose world had been plunged into darkness long before she could even understand the weight of the word. Born with perfect vision, Ayesha had once admired the beauty of the world around her. But life had a different plan, and at the age of 20, she lost her sight to a rare disease. Her world became black, silent, and empty.
By Noman Afridi10 months 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 Sadia10 months ago in Families
2 Foods That Reduce Aging: Secrets to a Youthful Body and Mind
Aging is a natural part of life, but for centuries, humans have sought ways to slow down the clock. While no one can escape aging altogether, scientific research increasingly shows that the right foods can make a significant difference in how we age—physically, mentally, and even emotionally. What we eat not only affects our weight and energy but also plays a vital role in how our skin looks, how our organs function, and how well our brain performs over time.
By Idris Shaibu 10 months 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 Hayat10 months ago in Families
"Dreams on Hold". AI-Generated.
The alarm buzzed at 9:00 AM, but none of the three stirred immediately. It was always the same—Armaan would eventually drag himself off the mattress on the floor, Ayaan would mutter something unintelligible from the couch, and Zeeshan, curled up on a bean bag, would pretend he was still asleep.
By Gul Zaman ht10 months ago in Families
When the Call Finally Reached Him
Amir was 27. To the world, he was doing okay — a degree in business, a decent job at a marketing agency in Manchester, his own car, and even a growing TikTok following. He posted funny skits, lip-syncs, and the occasional gym update. Life seemed full.
By Md Johirul Islam10 months ago in Families
The Silent Storm: How Unemployment Reshapes the Human Soul.
There are storms that shatter buildings. Others shatter men from the inside. Unemployment is not just the absence of a job—it's the slow unraveling of routine, identity, and purpose. It creeps in silently, without alarms or sirens, and settles like dust over dreams once alive. Days stretch longer, nights grow heavier, and a strange emptiness replaces ambition. Not because the person has changed, but because the world around them has fallen quiet.
By Sayed Zewayed10 months ago in Families
When Rain Sang Her Name
The Girl Who Heard the Rain In a small village surrounded by forest and fog, there lived a 14-year-old girl named Lyra. She was quiet, thoughtful, and always carried a notebook. People in the village said she was strange because she liked to sit outside when it rained.
By Muhammad Hayat10 months ago in Families
The Shadow That Wore My Smile
Everyone at school thought Zara was the happiest girl in the world. She had the brightest smile, laughed the loudest, and was always there to help others. Teachers adored her, classmates wanted to be around her, and her Instagram was full of cheerful photos and perfect moments.
By Muhammad Hayat10 months ago in Families
Whispers Behind the Clock
In the heart of an old town, where the streets still held the scent of rain and forgotten memories, stood a lonely house. Inside that house, on a dusty wall, hung an antique grandfather clock tall, wooden, and silent. Its hands hadn't moved in years, yet it stood like a quiet witness to everything that happened within those walls.
By Muhammad Hayat10 months ago in Families
