By: Naazi Morad There are wounds the body carries that the soul cannot name. A scratch, a pull, a ritual repeated until the skin breaks—not out of malice, but...
By Naazi Morad Wellness Within Therapy They say goodbye at the gate,but they carry you in every step forward.To leave home for work in another country is often framed...
For Raeesa, my daughter across the sea Once a year, the airport blooms, not with flowers, but with breath held tight.I count the steps between arrivals,watching glass doors like...
♥By Naazi Morad Wellness Within Therapy There’s a moment that lives in the hearts of many families, a moment of goodbye that isn’t just about distance, but about the...
By Naazi Morad There are hands that never make it into history books. Hands that pack lunchboxes with quiet precision, fold laundry with aching backs, and hold space for...
By: Naazi Morad Reclaiming space, rewriting love, and healing the wounds we were taught to ignore.There’s a quiet kind of heartbreak that comes when you realize the people closest...
Get well soon: My Naazi Morad Without our health, we are nothing.Whether you’re self-employed, working under a boss, a devoted housewife, or navigating unemployment your ability to show up...
In the quiet corners of my Zen Garden, healing doesn’t always wear a human face. Sometimes, it walks slowly on four clawed feet, or curls up in a sunbeam...
BY: Naazi Morad There are moments in parenting that feel almost invisible: the moment you ask your child to greet an elder and they refuse. The moment they pull...
Some hearts are born generous; they will give their last meal, their last breath, their last bit of strength to someone they love, without thinking twice. These hearts don’t...