book reviews

Reviews of books that explore the complexities of family throughout history and across cultures.

Vanishing Truths: What Snapchat Never Wanted You to Remember
There was once a time when a single Snap changed everything. Not a photo. Not a video. But a Snap that was meant to disappear — and didn’t.
By TrueVocal9 months ago in Families
Story Disobedient_Feeling Part 1
I was dancing towards my room when I suddenly felt a pull on my hand as soon as I reached the front of the room -- The person in front of me hugged me with both his arms.
By MOHAMMED FARHAD9 months ago in Families
🌧️ 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
A Smile for a Stranger
On a gray November afternoon, Michael Harper stood alone on the Roosevelt Bridge. Wind cut through his coat, and the distant sound of city life barely reached him through the fog inside his head.
By Ahmad Malik9 months ago in Families
The Silent Killer of Love and Respect
The Silent Killer of Love and Respect. Marriage is meant to be a partnership built on mutual trust, respect, and emotional safety. But what happens when one partner brings in not just emotional immaturity, but a toxic, narcissistic personality?
By Sayed Zewayed9 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
The Forgotten Melody
In a narrow alley of Lahore’s old city, in a crumbling yet charming house, lived an old woman named Safiya. Her life had become quiet, slow… almost like an old cassette tape playing the same few songs on repeat.
By Abdulrehma 9 months ago in Families
The Silent Goodbye
In the heart of a bustling city, where buildings grew taller and relationships shorter, lived a young man named Adil. A talented software engineer, Adil had everything a modern life could offer—an upscale apartment, the latest phone, a buzzing social circle. But there was one thing he didn’t have: patience for his father.
By Abdulrehma 9 months ago in Families
The Watch That Bent Time
In a narrow alley of the old city, there was a small, forgotten watch repair shop. Its signboard was faded, and the glass was dusty. Few people noticed it anymore. But inside that tiny shop lived an old man named Zahir, known to a handful of locals as “The Timekeeper.”
By Abdulrehma 9 months ago in Families
"How to Get Kids to Love Reading":
How to Get Kids to Love Reading: A Journey into the World of Books It was a quiet Saturday morning in the Parker household. The sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across the living room, where the family was gathered. Dad was sipping his coffee, and Mom was sorting through the mail. Their son, Ethan, was sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the TV.
By Muhammad Azeemullah9 months ago in Families
Jokes for Young Joker give me me 800 joke
Knock Knock Jokes😂 1. Knock, knock. Who’s there? Lettuce. Lettuce who? Lettuce in, it’s cold out here! 2. Knock, knock.
By wilder9 months ago in Families
“The Garden Beyond the Clouds”
The Garden Beyond the Clouds: A Story of Healing and Homecoming The moment Lena opened her eyes, she knew she was no longer in the world she’d known. The pain in her chest—constant, crushing—had vanished. In its place was a stillness so profound it felt like standing inside a breath that had been held for centuries and finally released. The sky above her was neither day nor night, painted in hues of soft lavender and amber that shimmered like a dream remembered in fragments. She stood on a path of white stones winding through endless fields of light—not sunlight, but something gentler, something that warmed from the inside. And as the breeze touched her skin like a mother's hand, Lena understood: she had come home.
By Abid khan10 months ago in Families