divorced
Sometimes a good divorce is better than a bad marriage.
The Silence Between Us
Meher and Faisal had once been madly in love. Everyone said they were the perfect couple—always laughing, always holding hands, always together. Their wedding had been simple but beautiful, and they had built their life slowly, piece by piece, with dreams held in their joined palms.
By ArshNaya Writes9 months ago in Families
The Last Birthday Card
I didn’t go into Sarah’s room until the morning after the funeral. The house had been so full of voices the past few days—whispers in the kitchen, soft cries in the hallway, the drone of condolences. Now, it was quiet. Just me, the lingering scent of lilac perfume on her pillows, and the silence of a life packed away too soon.
By 🇲 🇮 🇳 🇩 🇺 🇳 🇫 🇴 🇱 🇩 🇪 🇩 9 months ago in Families
My journey with Faith: From Trials to Healing Through Cooking
I started attending Sunday school at the age of five. I grew up with a loving mother who supported me endlessly, even though life was never easy. I still remember when we moved out of our family home. My mom had just given birth to my baby brother in 1986 - through a C- section and we were renting a back room at our church, a Roman Catholic cathedral.
By MelCreates10 months ago in Families
Help… I Think My Partner Is Cheating but I Have No Proof
Suspecting a partner of cheating without concrete evidence can be emotionally devastating. The uncertainty eats away at trust, triggers anxiety, and forces difficult questions about loyalty, love, and the future of the relationship. When the signs are there—but the proof isn’t—what can you do?
By Catch Cheater10 months ago in Families
A Summer of Silence – When the Heat Took Away Our Nana Jaan
When the intense summer heat gripped the city, a change came into our lives that would stay etched in our hearts forever. It was a season in which we learned a lot, and its intensity taught us lessons that we had never thought we would have to learn.
By Noman Afridi10 months ago in Families
The Window That Cried
In a quiet town wrapped in mist, stood an old wooden house on the corner of Hollow Street. It wasn’t the biggest house, nor the brightest, but something about it made people slow down as they walked by. Maybe it was the strange ivy that grew only on one side. Or perhaps it was the small window on the second floor the one everyone called The Window That Cried.
By Muhammad Hayat10 months ago in Families








