fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about our family dynamics, traditions, and if there's such thing as a 'perfect family.'
Romanticizing the Everyday: How Small Joys Saved My Sanity
There was a time when every day felt like a blur. Wake up. Check phone. Scroll mindlessly. Eat something. Work. Reply to messages I didn’t feel like answering. Repeat. Life became a monotonous loop, with no spark, no depth—just survival. I wasn’t depressed in the textbook sense, but I wasn’t living either. I was existing.
By Aiman Shahid7 months ago in Families
Nehemiah's Sunshine
Nehemiah’s Sunshine Nehemiah wasn’t the kind of boy you noticed right away. He wasn’t loud. Didn’t run with the wild kids or throw his head back laughing in the corridors. He was quiet—observant. The type who sat with his chin tucked, one shoelace always undone, sketching strange, beautiful things in the corners of his notebooks.
By waseem khan7 months ago in Families
Things I Wish I Told My Mom Before I Moved Out
The morning I moved out, my mom made pancakes. She never said, “I’ll miss you.” She just slid the plate toward me with a quiet, practiced grace and asked if I wanted syrup. I nodded, heart thumping, trying not to cry. My car was already packed. The keys were in my pocket. The rest of my life waited in a two-bedroom apartment across town.
By Muhammad Sabeel7 months ago in Families
The Power of Being Unavailable: How Boundaries Became My Superpower
For the longest time, I thought being available made me valuable. If someone called, I answered—even if I was in the middle of something. If a friend needed a favor, I said yes—even when I was exhausted. I responded to texts at midnight, checked emails before I even got out of bed, and said “of course” far too often when I should’ve said “not right now.”
By Aiman Shahid7 months ago in Families
Why So Many People Are Quietly Cutting Off Their Families in 2025
The Silent Exodus No One Talks About They don’t make announcements. There are no dramatic goodbye speeches or viral social media posts. Instead, it happens in quiet unfollows, unreturned calls, unanswered texts, and the slow fading out of Sunday visits and holiday traditions. Across the globe, thousands—maybe millions—of adults are quietly, and often painfully, distancing themselves from their families.
By Muhammad Sabeel7 months ago in Families
I Blocked My Parents for a Month—And Found Peace I Didn’t Know I Needed
The first time I hovered my finger over the "Block Contact" option on my mother’s name, I felt a tightness in my chest that reminded me of every Sunday lunch I had forced myself to sit through with a fake smile and a churning stomach. My parents weren’t monsters. They didn’t scream or curse. They didn’t hit or throw things. But they did something more invisible—they made me doubt myself, my worth, and the validity of my own feelings.
By Muhammad Sabeel7 months ago in Families
The Letter in the Teacup
Sometimes the smallest rituals hide the biggest secrets. It was the third Thursday of July, and the rain in Lahore was heavier than usual. Streets were slick with water, umbrellas bloomed like black flowers, and rickshaw horns sounded like distant echoes in a half-forgotten dream.
By Farooq shah7 months ago in Families
Spreading Islamophobia Online
They say Islam oppresses women. That Sharia is cruel. That Islamic punishments are barbaric. But these claims are rarely examined in the light of truth. The rights Islam gave to women—centuries before any modern constitution—are hardly ever acknowledged. Islam established a woman’s right to inherit, own property, seek knowledge, and live with dignity and safety. These rights were not gifts of the West or of liberal movements, but divine legislation. Still, this history is deliberately hidden or distorted.
By waseem khan7 months ago in Families
Unlearning People-Pleasing: Becoming Who I Am, Not Who You Want
For most of my life, I wore the invisible badge of a people-pleaser. I smiled when I wanted to scream, agreed when I disagreed, and sacrificed my own comfort to earn someone else’s approval. I became a master of morphing into what others wanted me to be. But beneath the polished surface, I was exhausted. I didn’t know who I truly was—I only knew who I was supposed to be for everyone else.
By Aiman Shahid7 months ago in Families










