Linda never truly knew her mother. As she was always very secretive about a lot of aspects in her life. Her mother would leave early in the morning and come home late at night. If Linda asked about any of it, her mother would simply say she had a long day of work.
One day Linda decided to follow her mother to 'work'. That's when she found out that she was a nurse at the hospice care for terminally ill cancer patients.
A faint memory flashed infront of her. Her father leaving the house shouting. His words were still clear, ''I can't deal with hospitals and your sick kid anymore. Goodbye''. Her elder sister taking last breaths in that dim lit hospice room.
Now she knows why he...
He woke up without the morning coffee on his bed side. It had never happened in 3 years. His coat wasn't ironed and was there lying in the pool of dirty laundry as his other clothes. His breakfast wasn't ready and the house was dead silent.
All there was, was the sound of a fluttering paper on the dining table with the wedding ring on top.
'Not your punching bag anymore. Goodbye'
Moeder en dochter,
Heel lang geleden woonde er in een land hier niet ver vandaan en moeder met haar kind.
Dit kind was het liefste wat ze ooit had gehad, en ze was God zo dankbaar dat ze dit geschenk mocht lief hebben.
Haar hele leven draaide om haar kind, en ze deed er alles aan om haar kind gelukkig te maken, en het kind deed het zelfde bij haar moeder.
Ze hadden zoveel liefde voor elkaar dat ze geen dag zonder elkaar konden.
Het was een mooi gezicht, als je hen samen hand in hand over de velden zag lopen, genieten van de kleine dingen om hen heen, en de liefde voor elkaar werd met de dag sterker en sterker.
Hun leven was niet altijd leuk, toen op een dag het kindje ziek werd, en de d...
Main sab ka dil rakhti hoon
Main bhi ek dil rakhti hoon!!
-unspoken words of a Mother
Even women goddess bleed, even they had to suffer, even women goddess have to give test for their purity still they are considered goddess. Do you understand ?
A mother is who she can take me the place of all others but whose place no one else can take me in the whole life...
A mother is whom I can hope to be my pink angel...
A mother is no one else will ever know the strength and weekness...
A mother is a flowing whose petals will never wilt...
A mother breastfeeding is a gift to herself, her baby and the earth...
The Things I’d Do (Closeted)
You know what it’s like to kiss her lips and I don’t.
You were probably too drunk to even remember.
She told me she was too drunk to remember,
But her friends were sober enough not to forget.
The things I’d do for that memory he stows—
Just a sliver of myself prays
That I see your face when I turn a corner
Or see you standing there when I open a door,
But even if I were to, I would forget to breathe
For just a moment, but then
I’d choose to carry on by, unscathed.
Sometimes I wonder what would have happened
If I really showed up to your house that night,
The one when you begged for me to come over.
Luckily I was smart enough to tell that it w...
She rather would walk away, if someone just admirers her for her beautiful smile, beautiful writing skills, beautiful way of thinking, since that is something that everyone else can also be. If she instead is admired for just being herself, with all her flaws that she has, she would stay forever.
If the sparkle of a woman’s eyes is like the first time you’ve met her, even after a long time of period then you should know that you are still the one amazing man she kept in her beautiful heart, since that is the only thing she could do.
Let today mark the day
That men don’t define our worth
That we realize for ourselves
The beauty in our curves.
Let today be the start
Of loving each stretch mark
In seeing the wonder of our scars
And the delicate touch of our fingertips.
Let today be the end
Of every standard we feel we cannot meet
Of every magazine
That tells us we must be less.
And let today be the beginning
Of a brand new world
Where women love themselves
Exactly as they are.
Being a single mother is HARD! Harder than I ever thought it would be.
Sometimes I question if I’m doing it right or if there is things I should change.
I worry my boys aren’t getting everything out of life.
But I realized today that I’m doing an amazing job!
When my son got home from his first day of school his teacher told me that he was very patient, kind, independent, and very respectful. He helped other kids (whom, he just met) with different tasks throughout the day. He said please and thank you more times than she could count and he even opened a door for a little girl.
When his teacher was describing how his day went, I immediately started to cry. I’m so proud of how well he ...
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Somewhere written ∆
This body is just a loan from mother earth.
One day you have to repay the loan .☣
Time has creeped into her..
Her blacks have been turned into greys
Her clear skin has started to wrinkle
Her eyes have been shrunk
As I look at her and write this poem,she asks me
"Why are you staring at me ?"
I reply back
"You are beautiful , My first love "
Let me love you when you are low.
Like the bee loves the flower, let me
descend on your depths, sip out your pain and gift you honey.
His ego, her face!
Into the mirror, she stares
Make-up covering her scars
Screams echo in her ears
Yet nothing can mask the shears
From which her soul survives
Hoping that one day it revives
Anticipating the court's dictum
She is yet another acid victim!
*A tribute to all women who have been a victim of heinous crimes