humanity
Humanity begins at home.
The Man Who Cycled 500 Miles Just to See His Family
A Real Life Story Part 1: Lockdown and Loneliness March 2020. The world came to a halt. Streets emptied, shops shuttered, and fear spread faster than the virus itself. In the bustling city of Delhi, where millions of dreams breathed under layers of dust and neon lights, one such dream belonged to Ram Lal, a 32-year-old migrant worker from Bihar.
By Farooq Hashmi8 months ago in Families
The Secret Buried Inside a Tree — A Forgotten Memory Unearthed After Decades
The Secret Buried Inside a Tree — A Forgotten Memory Unearthed After Decades Last year, something happened on our family farm that we still talk about in hushed, wondering tones. A tall pine tree — a quiet giant that had stood for decades beside our farmhouse — had to be cut down. It wasn’t an easy decision. That tree wasn’t just part of the landscape; it was part of our life.
By Zain ul abidin 8 months ago in Families
The Day His Mother Slept Hungry So He Could Eat
> It was just another ordinary night in their small, dimly lit home. The boy laughed, his belly full after a rare warm meal. But behind that smile, his mother sat in silence—her stomach empty, her eyes quietly watching him with love and hunger dancing together. She had lied. She said she had already eaten. But she hadn’t. And he didn’t know… not yet.
By Atif jamal 8 months ago in Families
The Garden Where My Grandmother Waits
The summer sun always felt softer in my grandmother’s garden. Not cooler just gentler, as if it understood that the flowers blooming below deserved warmth without cruelty. I must have been seven or eight when I first noticed this strange magic, but the garden had been there long before me, a secret sanctuary tucked behind the old white house with green shutters and creaking steps.
By Ahmad shah8 months ago in Families
The Kindness Cart: How a Vegetable Seller Changed a Village
In the quiet village of Green Valley, where days began with birdsong and ended with lantern light, lived a young man named Paul. At just 21, he bore a burden heavier than most men twice his age. Orphaned at five, Paul had grown up fast—caring for his elder sister, Mary, who was preparing for marriage, and his younger brother, Michael, a school-going boy with big dreams.
By Soul Pages8 months ago in Families
A Father's Heroic Rescue: The Ocean's Call at North Wollongong
In a gripping display of bravery, an Australian father became an unexpected hero when he dove into tumultuous waters to rescue his toddler daughter, who was swept over a seawall by a rogue wave. This incident, which occurred at North Wollongong, serves as a poignant reminder of the lengths parents will go to protect their children and highlights the unpredictable nature of the ocean.
By DigitalAddi8 months ago in Families
My Best Friend Married My Ex—and I Was the Best Man
r Emoti I always thought I understood loyalty. I thought I knew what it meant to be there for your friends, to be the one they could count on. But nothing prepared me for the day I stood at the altar as best man, looking into the eyes of my ex-girlfriend as she said “I do” to my best friend.
By Noor Hussain8 months ago in Families
The Sound of the Stars
Silence used to frighten me. As a child, I filled every quiet space with sound—TVs playing in the background, music always on, constant chatter, even when there was nothing to say. I thought noise meant life. Movement. Purpose. Silence felt like something was missing.
By Moments & Memoirs8 months ago in Families
The Long Road Home
Tom Riley left Dalton, Texas when he was twenty-three with nothing but a guitar, a dream, and a whole lot of anger. Back then, he was convinced the world owed him something. His father — a hard man who believed in calloused hands and silence over sentiment — didn’t try to stop him. He just said, “If you’re going, go. But don’t come back unless you’re ready to stay.”
By Atif khurshaid8 months ago in Families
The Rule in My Grandfather’s Will We Broke—And the Truth It Uncovered
By Atif Jamal When my grandfather passed away, the silence in our home was not only because of grief. It was heavier—weighted with questions we never asked, stories never told, and an old rule that none of us fully understood. His will was simple, direct, and mysterious. It had only one strict instruction:
By Atif jamal 8 months ago in Families
