Home Poem by P A Noushad ...

When Love Is Mistaken for Fate
A family is not built by bread alone, but by the unseen hands that rise before the dawn, that return home carrying silent storms, yet still place hope upon the table...
Education should awaken the heart before it fills the mind. It should teach us to recognize the weary smile of the one who sacrifices for the happiness of all...
What greater degree can there be than to whisper, 'I see your struggle... I thank you... You are not alone.'
Where love is forgotten, where gratitude falls asleep, where respect is buried beneath pride, even the strongest walls of a home begin to crumble in silence...
Too often, when broken hearts collapse, when minds grow weary, when lives fade beneath unbearable burdens, people search for distant heavens, old omens, or invisible destinies...
But perhaps the first miracle God asks of us is much simpler..
To love before it is too late. To listen before silence becomes eternal. To honour the living before we decorate their graves with tears.
The brightest star is not written in the sky. It is born whenever one heart truly understands another...
And the greatest destiny is not what is written for us, but what we write through kindness, gratitude, and love.
May every home become a place where hearts are seen, where sacrifices are remembered, and where love, not indifference, becomes the inheritance passed from one generation to the next...