By: Naazi Morad They don’t get a payslip. They don’t wait for payday. They hustle. They build. They break. They rebuild. They are the self-proclaimed breadwinners, the ones who...
By: Naazi Morad There are moments when pain floods the body so deeply, it feels like you can’t breathe. Not just sadness, but a full-body ache. Your chest tightens....
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 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...
Have you ever noticed how the loudest voice in the room is often your own mind—and not always your kindest ally? We’re taught to trust our thoughts as truth....
❤️ There’s a quiet urgency simmering beneath the surface of many lives, a craving to be seen, felt, adored. Love, or rather the absence of it, often stands behind...
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...
Respect, once the pulse of familial harmony, is now fading like an iceberg under global warming. Quiet erosion. Unseen devastation. In homes where elders once sat with dignity, we...
A Psychological Portrait of Coercive Control. She didn’t fall in love; she fell under hypnosis. Reclaiming Her Soul from the Puppet Master She was once radiant. Rooted in her...