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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 ...

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 she knew. Many of her friends worked stable jobs, dressed in fashionable clothes, and spoke of vacations and promotions. Debbi, on the other hand, was still completing her education, trying to catch up on the dreams she had once set aside for her family. Yet her intellectual curiosity never faded. Books were her escape—her window to the wider world. Each chapter she read made her feel renewed with hope and reminded her that knowledge was power.


But Debbi’s journey wasn’t easy. Raising children, managing the household, studying part-time, and coping with health issues had delayed the success she once imagined. Sometimes, when the house fell silent at night, she sat alone wondering if her sacrifices had been worth it. The thought of not having a job made her feel incomplete at times, as if life had moved ahead and forgotten her.


Still, every night she found comfort in her quiet ritual. After cleaning up the kitchen and tucking her children in, Debbi would sit by the window. The cool evening breeze brushed against her face as she looked up at the sky, counting the stars and watching the birds glide through the night. Those small moments of stillness were her meditation—a gentle reminder that peace wasn’t something to find elsewhere but something to grow within.


Her husband often teased her for this nightly routine. “You and your stars,” he would chuckle. But Debbi only smiled. “They remind me that even in darkness, there’s always light,” she’d say softly.


The family lived in a small two-bedroom apartment. It wasn’t much, but to Debbi, it was home—a space filled with laughter, prayers, and love. Her children often wished for a bigger house. “Mom,” her daughter would say, “why can’t we live somewhere nicer, with a backyard and space to play?”


Debbi would look at her children, her eyes warm with patience. “One day, when we pray sincerely and wait with faith, God will bring what’s meant for us. But remember, luxury doesn’t make life beautiful—kindness and gratitude do.”


That was what made Debbi different. She saw beauty not in expensive things, but in hearts that cared and in souls that stayed true. To her, the richness of life was found in compassion, not in comfort.


Though she dreamed of having a better life, a steady job, and financial stability, she carried a quiet secret: she was already happy. She found joy in her simple world—the sound of her children’s laughter, the way sunlight entered through her curtain each morning, and the small, comforting chaos of her home.


One day, while helping her son with his homework, he sighed in frustration. “Mom, what’s the point of studying so much? You don’t even have a job.”


Debbi paused, her hand resting gently on his shoulder. “Sweetheart,” she said softly, “education is the best investment you can ever make. It’s not just about a job or money—it’s about strength, confidence, and wisdom. What you learn today builds your future tomorrow.”


Her son looked thoughtful, and for a moment, Debbi felt that her message had reached him. It was the same truth that guided her every day—education had no age, no limit, and no expiration. It was her anchor, her hope, and the path she wanted her children to follow.


That night, as she sat again by the window, the city lights shimmered below, and she thought of how far she had come. Despite her struggles, she had managed to raise good children, keep a home filled with love, and continue learning, even when the world seemed to race ahead.


A gentle tear rolled down her cheek—not of sadness, but gratitude. She whispered to herself, “Maybe success isn’t measured by what we own, but by how we grow and who we become.”


Her gaze settled on a single bright star that seemed to wink back at her, as if agreeing. Debbi smiled, closing her eyes for a moment and breathing in the calm of the night.


Tomorrow would bring the same rhythm—the same chores, the same care—but now she saw it differently. Each day was a lesson, each moment a blessing, and each small step a quiet form of success.


Maybe she didn’t need to chase a bigger house, a better job, or a grander life. She already had what truly mattered—love, learning, and faith.


Because sometimes, the greatest luxury in life is peace of heart—and the truest beauty is found in how we see the world around us.


“When was the last time you glanced out your own window and felt grateful for where you are?”


Engaging Question

When was the last time you glanced out your own window and felt grateful for where you are?

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