humanity

Humanity begins at home.

The Gift of Love: A Husband's Unconventional Solution
I never imagined that our journey would take such an unexpected turn. My husband, Daniel, and I had been married for five beautiful years. Ours was not a story of grand gestures or fairy-tale drama, but of steady love, quiet understanding, and shared dreams. We supported each other through job changes, health scares, and family drama. But there was one part of our life together that remained unfulfilled — our physical intimacy.
By Story by anyone 8 months ago in Families
The Day I Decided to Stay
The Day I Decided to Stay Some days change your life. Others save it. I don’t remember the exact date. Just that it was raining.
By Nazim Ali8 months ago in Families
How Your Pet Dog Gets to Know Your Kids- Amazing Tips
There’s something magical about the bond between kids and the family dog. A wagging tail, a wet nose against a small hand, and a patient, loyal nature all make a dog one of the best companions a child can have. But while some dogs love children instantly, others may need time and gentle guidance to adjust. As parents or guardians, it’s our responsibility to help our dog get used to children and create an environment where both are safe and happy.
By Echoes of Life8 months ago in Families
“What It Means to Be a Woman in a World That Doesn’t Listen”
I’ve been interrupted mid-sentence more times than I can count. In meetings, in classrooms, at dinner tables, and even during moments where my voice should’ve been the only one that mattered. And each time, a little piece of me was tucked away—filed under “Maybe I’m wrong” or “This isn’t the right time.”
By Hamza Habib8 months ago in Families
Imperfections
Amberlyn holds the dusty box in her trembling hands. The smell of tattoo ink still lingering on her clothes overpowers her and she finds herself leaning into that smell, hoping it will ground her. She has always been a person of confidence; even when unsure of her next move, she knew that whatever path she chose, there would be no doubt in her decision. But now it feels as though the ground beneath her is unsteady, like being in the center of an earthquake. She rocks back and forth on the heels of her shoes and paces the walls of her New York City apartment, unable to sit still. She stares at those same walls, the gigantic paintings from her favorite artists fill the space, a mural of magnificence. She recites the artists from memory, then the style they used. She fixes her gaze on her favorite and is struck by its beauty as if it’s her first time seeing it. The mirage of colors pop out at her, their elegance calling her name. She tries to envision a world where her art is framed in someone else’s shitty apartment and smiles to herself, because above all else: she craves a space where her passion can live. The box, carefully placed on the coffee table, entices her and she attempts to take a deep breath, but can’t quite remember how. The oxygen her body searches for gets lost in a place of uncertainty. She puts her hand to her heart without thinking, unsure of what to do next. Ever since she was a child, she’s stood on her own two feet, able to solve every obstacle the world threw at her; she did this with pride. She has never needed anyone, but there is one person she’s always wanted—still wants. One person she loves more than anyone. Loved. Her grandmother. As she thinks of her, she can feel her entire body ache at the absence of her. She feels she’s being pulled toward where her grandmother should be. Like gravity. Nothing in her being has accepted or even understood the loss. There’s always a moment before she wakes when she forgets she has to live in a world without the person who kept her whole. Like her brain cannot comprehend that she no longer adds to the space of Amerlyn’s world. She still goes to call her when she’s created something new, or a client leaves a good tip. At random moments, the paralyzing agony of that loss punches her in the chest, and she feels as though her heart’s exploding from the emptiness. In those moments, she reaches for her grandmother to hold her up, like she always did, and has to endure losing her all over again. She squeezes her eyes shut so tightly that she sees colors. Her grandmother loved colors, so much so that she could never choose a favorite. When she found the box containing her grandmother’s old letters, she was unsure if she would be able to read the words she’d written, knowing that those words were all that was left of her. But she can barely breathe, she misses her so much, and she needs to hear her if only the echo of her.
By sasha8 months ago in Families
Before a Lamp Goes Out. AI-Generated.
Beginning: Two Friends, Two Worlds In a quiet village, there lived two boys: Ali and Basit. They were of the same age, went to the same school, and played in the same narrow streets. But the environment in their homes, their habits, and especially their behavior toward their parents were worlds apart.
By AZAMULLAH8 months ago in Families
Nathalie Péchalat and Jean Dujardin Breakup: The Truth Behind the End of a Media Power Couple
The world of celebrity romance has seen another major shake-up: Nathalie Péchalat and Jean Dujardin breakup is now official after more than a decade together. The news has left fans shocked, especially considering how strong and private their relationship appeared from the outside.
By MUHAMMAD SHAFIE8 months ago in Families
When Love Turns into Loneliness
We used to talk about everything. From which suya joint had the best pepper to what kind of house we’d raise our kids in one day. There was a time Kunle couldn’t go five minutes without saying something to make me laugh. I still remember how he once stopped in the middle of traffic, leaned across the seat, and kissed me like the whole world had gone still.
By Oguntade Hafeez Olalekan8 months ago in Families
The Space You Left Behind. AI-Generated.
🎈 Happy birthday, sis. I place the teddy bear and a bouquet of balloons on your resting place. The balloons flutter and dance with the wind, like they know you’re watching. A small part of me always hopes you are.
By Alikhan Jann8 months ago in Families
When My Father Became the Rain
Title: When My Father Became the Rain Write By { Said Idrees Sadat} I was six when I first learned that death doesn’t always come with thunder.
By king pokhtoon8 months ago in Families
My Dog After the Rain
The rain had been falling all night, drumming steadily against the old tin roof of our little house. It was a familiar sound, soothing and comforting, but this time I was worried about my dog Max. At just six months old, he was a bright, mischievous golden retriever, still learning about the world. Max hated baths, so I could only imagine how much he might suddenly hate the rain.
By Echoes of Life8 months ago in Families
Robot and woman kissing
In the not-so-distant future, where artificial intelligence had surpassed human expectations, the world was finally used to robots walking among them—not just as servants, but as partners in work, care, and life. But love? That was a boundary still held sacred by society.
By Story by anyone 8 months ago in Families