For decades, children who didn’t sit still, didn’t follow instructions, or didn’t fit the mold were given labels. Some were called “naughty.” Others were told they were “slow.” And...
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...
♥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 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...
By Naazi Morad By: A Mother Who Stayed, Even When Unseen There’s a particular ache that parents carry, one that does not stem from conflict or rebellion, but from...
By A Mother Who Remembers What You Forget By: Naazi Morad Ask me how I fed you when the cupboards were bare. Ask me what my hands looked like...
View Post Sam was three when he began asking questions without words. He didn’t ask, “Where’s Mama?He asked; by wrapping himself tighter cotton blanket. The one she used to...