She was the rain, and I was the earth—thirsting, waiting, aching for every touch she never gave. And yet, when she fell, she never stayed; she slipped through my fingers like time itself, leaving only the scent of longing in the soil of my soul. Our...

In the silence between school bells and bedtime lullabies, a war brews—not with guns, but with whispered prejudices and generational wounds. A war where innocence is the first casualty. This is not a poem. This is not a plea. This is a scream muffle...

“We bore you, not to break you. But why then, do we shatter your soul with the weight of our expectations?” There is a sacred bond between parent and child—woven with divine threads of love, sacrifice, and responsibility. In Islam, the status of par...