movie review
Reviews of new and classic family-friendly films; the perfect picks for movie night.
🌧️ Kindness in the Rain
The rain didn’t just fall that night—it attacked. It slammed against the pavement with a fury, turning streets into rivers and umbrellas into crumpled messes. People rushed by, heads down, eyes averted, chasing warmth and dry shelter. No one noticed the little girl on the bench at the bus stop. Soaked to the bone. Shivering. Silent.
By Ahmad Malik9 months ago in Families
Life Is Like a River: Its Nature Is to Keep Flowing
Life, in its essence, is a continuous journey — ever-changing, ever-evolving, and ever-flowing like a river. The comparison between life and a river is both poetic and profound. Just as a river begins as a small stream and gradually grows, meandering through various terrains, so does life start from infancy, flowing through childhood, youth, adulthood, and eventually old age. It encounters challenges, obstacles, and beautiful moments along the way, but the most important thing is motion—the flow.
By Niranjon Chandra Roy9 months ago in Families
When Motherhood Dies.
When Motherhood Dies: The Tragedy of Cruelty and the Loss of Humanity. Have you ever wondered: Can a mother really kill her own child? Not by accident. Not out of desperation. But by a cold, conscious decision. If the question alone moves you, the answer will haunt you. This is not fiction. It is not an exaggerated drama. It is a true story set in a lush, green village in one of Africa's most vibrant and contrasting countries, where the beauty of nature often masks the brutality of the people. A story in which motherhood was not celebrated, but rather suppressed.
By Sayed Zewayed9 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
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 Last Sleep. AI-Generated.
The hospice room was quiet, save for the slow, mechanical rhythm of the oxygen machine. A muted winter sun filtered through the curtains, casting faint lines across the bed where Eleanor Grant lay, her body fragile, folded into the bedclothes like a forgotten letter.
By Muhammad Asad10 months ago in Families
