humanity

Humanity begins at home.

The Day My Dreams Turned to Ashes
I was 15, but I never felt like the other girls my age. While my classmates giggled over crushes and school gossip, I’d outgrown them long before. My body matured early—curves, striking features, and those rare colored eyes that turned heads wherever I went. I stood out, not just among my peers but in a way that drew older girls, 4 or 5 years ahead, into my circle. I compared myself to them, feeling more woman than teenager. The compliments poured in—my beauty was “unmatched,” they said—and with each word, my pride swelled. I saw myself as a captivating woman, ready to charm and love, far removed from the innocence of youth.
By zinat4 months ago in Families
Dreamcatcher. Content Warning.
Part 1: The Little Gir It was a morning like any other—except the air was already 36 degrees before the sun had fully risen. In a small village tucked deep in the countryside of Thailand, a twelve-year-old girl opened her eyes to the familiar weight of heat and noise. Her grandmother’s voice echoed through the small wooden house, scolding someone for being too slow. Her younger sister’s cries blended with the clucking of chickens, the chatter of neighbors, and the laughter of other children preparing for school. It was a normal morning—messy, loud, and full of life.
By Thanyalak chanathep 4 months ago in Families
The Call I Almost Ignored
It was a cold Sunday evening in February. I was sitting in my apartment, scrolling through my phone, lost somewhere between boredom and routine. Work had been heavy that week, and I was in no mood to talk to anyone. That’s when my phone started ringing.
By kashif khan4 months ago in Families
Why We Keep Scrolling Even When It Doesn’t Make Us Happy, The Silent War Between Our Dreams and Distractions
The room is dark, except for the cold blue glow of my phone screen. It’s past midnight again. Everyone else is asleep, and I’m here, scrolling through other people’s lives laughter, travel, perfect lighting, perfect smiles. I know I should close it. I know there’s a to-do list waiting, a book half-read, a prayer I promised I wouldn’t miss. But my thumb moves on its own, like it’s forgotten who’s in charge.
By Muhammad Ayaan 5 months ago in Families
I’m Not Who I Used to Be
There was a time when I used to live just to please others. I smiled when I wanted to cry. I stayed silent when I wanted to scream. I tried to fit into people’s expectations even when my heart wanted something else. Back then, I thought being accepted meant being loved. But I was wrong. Acceptance without understanding is not love it’s just fear of being left out.
By Zahid ali5 months ago in Families
The Backbone of Home: A Man Who Holds It All Together. AI-Generated.
In a small, quiet town, lived a man named Arman. To the outside world, he seemed like an ordinary middle-aged man, always dressed in simple clothes, walking to work each morning with a calm demeanor. But behind the calm, Arman carried the weight of his entire family on his shoulders. His days began before sunrise and ended long after the moon rose high in the sky, filled with endless responsibilities that most people never noticed.
By Zahid ali5 months ago in Families
Why Modern Christianity Is Ignoring the Most Radical Teachings of Jesus. AI-Generated.
Jesus of Nazareth is often remembered as the gentle shepherd, the compassionate teacher, the source of peace and forgiveness. Millions have found solace in His words, yet some of His boldest teachings, the ones that truly challenge the world, are being quietly overlooked in many modern Christian practices.
By Sofia Parker5 months ago in Families
Past Threads, Present Comforts
In high school, my buddies—Rick, Tom, and I—landed part-time jobs at a men’s shoe store called Marston’s Footwear. The manager had one rule carved into stone: full suits and ties, even on weekends. We were the youngest salesmen there, but we looked like miniature bankers. Somewhere between fitting shoes and shining leather soles, I fell hopelessly for the cashier—a girl with a laugh that could sell anything. Lesson learned: never date someone who works the cash register two feet from your boss’s office. When it ended, I realized heartbreak feels worse in a three-piece suit.
By Atiqbuddy5 months ago in Families
10 life lessons hidden everyday moments
Life is a journey full of lessons, many of which we overlook in our pursuit of success, comfort, or recognition. True wisdom doesn’t always come from books, speeches, or grand events—it often hides in the quiet, ordinary moments that shape our character and perspective. Paying attention to these subtle signs can transform the way we live and interact with the world.
By Huda5 months ago in Families
Was it Because of the President?
I’ve managed to navigate life's “messy” questions about death, religion, and where babies come from through my journey of motherhood so far, but there was one question I could never mentally prepare myself for regarding my divorce:
By Ash Ylvisaker5 months ago in Families
Two Mothers, One Child
Two Mothers, One Child BY: Ubaid It was a warm summer afternoon. The air, for once, was softer than usual, carrying a faint breeze that dulled the sharpness of the season. For several days, the sun had been scorching the streets mercilessly, but that day felt gentler, almost kind. My mother had taken advantage of the pleasant weather and gone to the bazaar with our neighbor. She had promised to buy me a new school uniform, and I knew she wouldn’t return for another three or four hours at least.
By Ubaid 5 months ago in Families
Echoes of the Past: A Reflection on Memory, Family Patterns, and Early Exposure.. Content Warning.
Echoes of the Past: A Reflection on Memory, Family Patterns, and Early Exposure I was standing in Walmart, minding my own business, when I saw a young man I hadn’t seen in years. I had known him since he was a child, and seeing him again stirred something in me—memories, emotions, and questions that had long been buried but never truly forgotten. Our conversation was casual, but beneath the surface, I felt a ripple of unease. It wasn’t about him personally, but rather what he represented: a connection to a family whose history had once intersected with mine in painful and confusing ways.
By Ceaser Greer Jr5 months ago in Families