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Glancing Out The Window

Glancing Out The Window By Seema Khatoon Story Description: In “Glancing Out The Window,” Debbi, a devoted mother and wife in her forties, finds strength and peace in the simplicity of everyday life. While balancing her children’s upbringing, housekeeping, studies, and health struggles, she learns that true beauty lies not in luxury but in the heart. Through quiet reflection and unwavering faith, Debbi discovers that education, patience, and love are the real treasures that shape a fulfilling life. Debbi was an ordinary woman in her early forties—active, graceful, and quietly determined. Her life wasn’t glamorous, but it carried meaning. She woke up before sunrise, prepared breakfast, and gently woke her children for school. Her days were filled with household chores, endless laundry, and the hum of responsibilities that never seemed to pause. Still, Debbi faced each morning with a smile, whispering to herself that tomorrow would be kinder. Her lifestyle was unlike that of other women ...
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Eny In The Bloodline




Envy in the Bloodline



Three sisters. One stolen necklace. A curse that reveals more than jealousy — it uncovers the truth of who we really are.


Faith, Kelly, and Lucy were sisters — bound by blood, but not by heart. Where Faith was gentle and honest, Kelly was playful and careless. Lucy, however, was different. Jealousy lingered in her eyes, like a shadow that never left.


One sunny afternoon, the trio visited a shopping mall. They stopped at a jewelry shop where a white pearl necklace gleamed behind glass. Faith admired it quietly, reading the $590 price tag with hesitant fingers.


“That necklace is made for you,” Kelly said with a wink.

Lucy rolled her eyes. “It’s not worth it.”


Despite the comments, Faith bought the necklace, paying $610 in cash and leaving the change behind. That night, as silence blanketed the house, Lucy crept into Faith’s room and stole the necklace from her purse. The next day, she sold it to a passing woman for $900 — and splurged the money on high heels and fancy bags.


“Whoa! What’s all this? A whole store came home with you?” Kelly teased as Lucy entered the house with shopping bags.

Faith stepped out, anxious. “I can’t find the necklace I bought yesterday. Something’s not right.”


Lucy kept her lips sealed. “Maybe it fell out of your purse,” she said coldly.

Faith emptied her bag in panic. The necklace was gone.


To soften the blow, Kelly lent Faith one of her own necklaces for an upcoming wedding. But the wound ran deeper than missing jewelry. Lucy’s envy festered. She turned to dark rituals, aiming to drain Faith’s energy — to break her spirit.


But something went wrong.


The curse backfired. Lucy’s health deteriorated rapidly. In tears, she confessed.


“I hated Faith. I wanted to steal everything good from her life. Her light… her peace.”


Faith, heartbroken, knelt beside her. “I forgive you. You need to know how much compassion I still have for you.”


Lucy, blinded by both darkness and guilt, lost her vision that night.


Years passed.


Faith and Kelly eventually moved to Greece, seeking a fresh start. Faith found love in Mathew — a kind, wealthy, and sincere man. But Kelly, now envious of her sister’s happiness, grew distant. Her own partner, Ronny, noticed the shift and left her silently, unwilling to be part of her bitterness.


Faith and Mathew later settled in the Netherlands, where love bloomed quietly, far from the past.




Some say blood is thicker than water — but what happens when envy flows through the veins?

Would you forgive someone who tried to destroy your light… or would you walk away forever?


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