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A Tapestry of Love: The Journey of a Husband and Wife
In the heart of a serene countryside, where rolling hills met endless skies and the earth sang with the melody of life, there existed a humble cottage nestled amidst a grove of ancient oak trees. Here, amidst the whispering leaves and the gentle murmur of a nearby stream, lived a husband and wife whose love knew no bounds—a love that had weathered the storms of life and blossomed like a fragrant flower in the garden of their hearts.
WILLIAM DIAGO RODRIGUESPublished about 2 hours ago in FamiliesRoots of Love
In a quaint little town nestled amidst rolling hills and lush greenery, there lived a family whose bond was as strong as the roots of the ancient oak tree that stood in their backyard. The Johnsons—Mark, Sarah, and their three children, Emily, Jack, and Lily—embodied the essence of love, unity, and resilience that defined the true meaning of family.
WILLIAM DIAGO RODRIGUESPublished about 17 hours ago in FamiliesDua For Love Between Husband And Wife
It is Allah who made our union pure with love, compassion and tenderness. Love and respect should lie down in the basis of their marriage which should let them both to live well and be happy. On the other hand, having issues such as arguments, quarrels or misunderstandings between spouses does not necessarily mean the end of the relationship as long as there is an effort to pull down the wall.
Maulana JiPublished a day ago in FamiliesWhat do you really want to teach your kids?
I saw a TikTok recently about a lady that decided to take her son out of school. She has decided to start homeschooling her son. This decision is because she feels like her son is not learning what he needs to learn at school. Listening to this woman, I understand what she was saying. When we really think about the school system, and the world that we live in, we have to consider how the future will be. Are our kids growing up with all the knowledge that they really need in life? Will they be able to succeed? We have all heard many stories about how young people don't know how to do basic things. Such as not knowing how to make a doctor's appointment, or not knowing what it means when someone says DOB. We want our children to have the best chance in life to be able to succeed, and to become anything they want to be. I want my daughter to have the best chance in life, more of a chance than I have ever had. So that when she grows up, she can do anything and everything that she wants to do. Watching videos from so many people that are now homeschooling their kids, has made me consider what I really want my daughter to be learning. If she is being given the best chance in life. I think we all need to consider if there is a better way to teach our kids.
Talara NolanPublished 2 days ago in FamiliesUnlocking the Power of Dua for Husband's Love
Dua for husband love is an influential prayer that a lot of Muslim women say to enhance their spouse connection and intensify the relationship. This invocation is held to evoke the blessings of Allah and result in love, kindness and peace in the marriage.
Maulana JiPublished 2 days ago in FamiliesPolygamy in Islam
Polygamy, the practice of a man having multiple wives simultaneously, is a debated topic within Islam. The Quran offers permission with significant conditions, while Hadith emphasizes fairness and potentially discourages the practice. Understanding polygamy requires examining the Quranic verses, relevant Hadith, and contemporary interpretations.
Adultery in the Digital Age: Its Impact on New York Divorce Proceedings
In today's digital era, adultery has taken on new dimensions, thanks to the proliferation of social media platforms, dating apps, and online communication tools. This shift has inevitably influenced New York Divorce Law Adultery proceedings and those globally, introducing a host of complexities and challenges.
Shaun MurphyPublished 2 days ago in FamiliesA promise made by promise
A mother's love begins its daily ritual with a soft rustle of her child's breath, and throughout the day, it takes on various forms such as tender kisses, whispered words of encouragement, and unwavering support. This quiet strength guides her child through life's uncertainties, providing reassurance in a world filled with unknowns.
Praveen PkPublished 4 days ago in FamiliesSomehow, Someday
Outside is black, Daddy's not here. Outside is a sweet magnolia smelling place, Daddy's not here. Outside stars burst, fall, disappear, just like Daddy. I wait. I know, even if alone on the mattress on the floor he will be back; when the pink preludes the autumn sun's rising, Daddy will be here. I don't move; I don't sleep; I don't know how to call Mamma. Just when the orange, pink and yellow mix into hues I will paint someday Daddy comes in and falls onto the mattress. He said- "hey little Bird". I smell something stinky, his hair is thinning and it's longer on one side than the other. It's a red brown and I wipe it away from his sunken, deep sleep eyes. I look at him, his belly rises in it's nakedness and falls; he is covered in reddish hair on his stomach and chest. I see his pants on the floor and sneak over to check the pockets; I found about three dollars and some change and put them in my suitcase which was packed for my trip back to Mamma before he ever came home. I take some pencils from the table, I smell his cologne by the old porcelain sink and I even put a dash behind my ears. He is snoring and red-faced. I can't see a clock anywhere and I begin to worry; How will I know when to get on that airplane back to Mamma? I quietly open the door from the third floor apartment and sneak downstairs to the big door that opens to the autumn skies. I see nothing but white frost on the big leaves, a squirrel or two scampering busily and look for anybody that can get me home. Sitting, cold and hungry a woman comes out of the apartment house to warm her car. She is a teacher and must start out early. She asks me what in the world I am doing sitting outside without a coat; " where is your daddy?" she pushes on. I said something like somehow he fell asleep and I think today I am supposed to go home to my Mamma. The woman has a scowl and ushers me inside. She takes me into her apartment and gives me a big glass of orange juice; she said she'd be right back. A fat black cat jumped up on the table and purred around me; the colours of morning made a dizzying dance upon her kitchen's stucco wall. I felt okay, not like a cry-baby, but not like a fix it alright kinda girl either. Then the door opened and there was Daddy with my suitcase with the teacher woman pushing him in toward me. His hair that I'd fixed had covered half of his face and he had tears in his small, blue eyes. He said he loved me and the teacher was helping me get to my plane on time, he cried a lot and held me too tight. I left him there, with three dollars and some change, a couple of pencils to cherish in my bag and I said nothing. I fled, I flew, I would return for no matter how much his drunken, lousy time with me was, it was all mine, at least for awhile. When I got back to Mamma I would never talk 'cause I guess something was wrong with me. I just said everything was fine. I guessed, somehow, someday truth would prevail: I never doubted that one day my Daddy would remember and say, "I'm sorry Little Bird." I truly believed with all my heart he would come to me and beg me to forgive him. Why do you think that is? I knew what goodness was; I was good. He wasn't doing good things so he had to know it was his obligation to give me some peace, right? Naw. He went on and kept finding more kids, more families, holding onto our pinkie swear, our father-daughter bond that could not be broken. He used me, to lie, to cheat, to steal, to be nothing more than his soldier. I saw those skies turning dark, deep blue, grey and black; I knew it was gonna be hard times coming for him, not once, not twice, not even three times, just more and more dark, with nobody to hear me. I would learn that my truth would not matter to him, or to any, but I would know the smell of his cologne behind my ears, the rise and fall of his chest when he came back as the sun rose, the sadness of his failure to give me, his beloved daughter all that I deserved. I don't know why anything matters, goodness, truth and love are always so contrite. I lay far away from the memories of youth, of Daddy's promises and forgotten love; I do feel the edge, the blisters from his sickness, yet, in an addictive way, I crave his praise. Somehow, someday, truth prevails. Or does it?
Babies Imaginary Friend!
In the realm of childhood innocence, imaginary friends often become cherished companions for little ones. For Emily, her imaginary friend was a mischievous sprite named Sprinkle. She first encountered Sprinkle in her grandmother's garden, where she stumbled upon a patch of shimmering light. From there, Sprinkle became Emily's constant companion, embarking on fantastical adventures.
Praveen PkPublished 6 days ago in FamiliesBetrayal in a Cup: The Startling Saga of a Military Wife's Alleged Attempted Homicide
In the hushed confines of domesticity, a startling narrative unfurled, casting a shadow over the sanctity of trust and thrusting a military household into disarray. What commenced as a routine morning ritual, punctuated by the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee, soon morphed into a disconcerting odyssey of suspicion, covert surveillance, and an alleged scheme to exploit life insurance benefits.
NICKSON NJERUPublished 9 days ago in FamiliesHow to deal with someone that is waiting to die?
My family isn't healthy, most of them. I have known this for some time. However, living with them has brought a new level of understanding for me. Of things that I didn't see before. My mother is very unhealthy. She was diagnosed with having MS at some point. She has been getting worse over time. At this point, she doesn't leave her house ever. Last summer, she would sit on the porch at least. Though that has stopped. She only goes out if she has to go to the doctor's or get blood done or something like that. The frustrating thing for me is that she has no desire to get better. She has no desire to try and get better in any way. I don't think that people are understanding that. Her doctor's and her physio people talk to her like they are trying to help her. I'm not sure how else to say it to people, that there is no point in giving her advice, she won't do it. Unless you see it, you don't at all understand that this woman is just surviving.
Talara NolanPublished 16 days ago in Families