By Naazi Morad, For decades, she stayed. Through the lies, the disappearances, the broken promises. Through the withdrawals and the relapses. Through the birthdays missed and the bruises hidden....
By Naazi Morad There’s a quiet grief that settles in when a seasoned employee is asked to step aside, not because they’ve failed, but because they’ve aged. In boardrooms...
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 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...
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...
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...
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...