Decent Life

  Gun culture in the United States is a deeply ingrained and highly debated topic, influencing politics, society, and personal identity. While firearms are seen by many as symbols of freedom and self-reliance, others view them as a source of unnecessary violence and tragedy. The prevalence of guns, the factors fueling this culture, and the obstacles to reform are complex and interconnected. This article takes an in-depth look at gun culture in the USA, its origins, uses, pros and cons, opportunities, risks, and the reasons behind the challenges of gun control. What is Gun Culture? Gun culture refers to the collective attitudes, values, and beliefs surrounding firearms in a society. In the USA, this culture is characterized by: ●The widespread ownership and use of guns. ●The belief in the Second Amendment of the U.S. Constitution, which guarantees the right to bear arms. ●A perception of firearms as tools of self-defense, hunting, and recreation. ●The view of guns as symbols of...

I wake with the sun, so fresh and bright, Ready to start my day just right. I promise to study, to learn and grow, For knowledge is the greatest gift I know. I’ll play in the ground, run far and wide, With friends and laughter by my side. I’ll go to school with a cheerful face, Learning and growing in that happy space. My homework I’ll do with care and pride, And help my parents, standing by their side. I’ll lend a hand to those in need, For kindness blooms in every deed. I’ll listen to my teachers, follow their way, And make every moment count each day. No time for screens to steal my fun, For life is bright beneath the sun. I’ll sleep early, wake up with cheer, Even on holidays, my routine is clear. A healthy life I’ll always embrace, With love and joy in every place. I promise to cherish this world so true, With little acts that I love to do. No mobile or TV will hold me tight, For I choose the path of wisdom and light. These are my vows, my promises strong, To live a life where I b...

                                                   ☆☆☆ I’m just a child with dreams so bright, Painting a world with colors of light. I long to be gentle, honest, and true, A good human being in all I pursue. I watch the stars in the evening sky, And wonder how high my heart can fly. Not to reach riches, power, or fame, But to live a life worthy of my name. I wish to be kind to those in need, Planting love with every deed. A helping hand, a listening ear, A soul that wipes away a tear. To learn what’s right, to choose the just, To be someone you can always trust. With courage to stand, yet humble to bow, Spreading joy wherever I go. I’ll nurture the earth, care for its grace, With love for every life, every face. Respect for all, both big and small, For in unity, we stand tall. My heart aspires to a simple goal, To grow with goodness, to enrich my soul. For b...

Migration is a complex decision influenced by diverse factors, including economic opportunities, political stability, social systems, and quality of life. Certain nations have emerged as the most favored destinations for migrants globally. This post ranks these countries from most to least favored for migration, explores the driving factors behind each country’s appeal, and discusses the specific challenges faced by migrants in each location. 1. Canada Reasons for Popularity: Canada consistently ranks as one of the top migration destinations, known for its inclusive society, high quality of life, and robust healthcare and education systems. Canada’s progressive immigration policies prioritize skilled labor, family reunification, and humanitarian needs, making it attractive for a wide range of migrants. Challenges: Despite its openness, Canada has a high cost of living in major cities, and foreign qualifications are not always recognized, requiring skilled migrants to undergo additio...

( This poem is written from the perspective of a child longing for the love, time, and attention of their parents.)                            ☆☆☆☆ Dear Mama, dear Papa, come sit by my side, Let’s talk for a while; let the world’s noise hide. Your work is important, I know it’s true, But my little heart, it just longs for you. Tell me a story, one magic and bright, Of castles and stars that glow through the night. Play with me, laugh with me, just for a while, I’ll trade all my toys to see your smile. The clock keeps ticking, the day fades away, But I’m still here, waiting, with words to say. I don’t need the gifts, the big or the small, Your time and your love, they matter most of all. Let’s sit together and share our meals, Let’s talk about life, how happiness feels. I’ll tell you my dreams, my hopes, and my fears, If you’ll hold my hand and dry my tears. Your phone can rest, your papers can wai...

(This poem is dedicated to the countless girls and women forced into  prostitution against their will.)                                                 ☆☆ In dim-lit roo ms where silence weeps, Where shattered dreams lie buried deep, They walk, the girls with haunted eyes, Their laughter veiled, their spirits tied. Once cradled in the arms of love, They dreamt of skies and stars above. But cruel hands and darker schemes, Stole their worlds and crushed their dreams. The streets became their endless cage, Where youth was sold and hearts aged. Their voices muted, cries unheard, Their pain dissolved in fleeting words. Each smile they wear, a fragile mask, Each day, survival’s daunting task. Their innocence—a tale of yore, Now lost behind a bolted door. Yet deep within, a light remains, A spark unquenched by countless pains. A hope that one day, chain...

In Loving Memory of My Wife  ☆ PARVEEN  SALAHUDDIN ☆ When dusk unfolds its velvet hue, And stars adorn the heavens’ view, Her face appears, a tender glow, In every tear, in every woe. The air still holds her lilting voice, A melody that made hearts rejoice. Each whispered laugh, a soft refrain, Echoes now in the halls of pain. Her touch, like petals brushed with dew, Still lingers on the mornings’ blue. Her scent, like jasmine, sweet and rare, Drifts through the shadows everywhere. I see her in the twilight's gleam, Her eyes alive within my dream. Their light, though gone, still warms the cold, A flame that time cannot withhold. Oh, how her laughter filled the air, A symphony beyond compare. Now silence reigns where joy once grew, Yet even silence sings of you. Our home, though empty, bears her grace, Each corner holds her soft embrace. The kitchen hums with phantom cheer, Her apron sways as if she's near. The garden blooms, her gentle art, Each flower a gift, a piece of her h...