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Hi, there. I wrote this novel, so you can learn something from this novel. I know the novel will be complicated and so. But I would appreciate your reading and understanding why I wrote this novel. Just I want you to learn that how an ideal family is built and how ideal humans raises their children. And how to be an ideal human.

I make novel with the intention of learning something.

I hope it will help you. Thank You.

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The grand house held its breath, a place that still feels alive with a quiet, vibrant energy. It is the kind of energy that settles before a deeply awaited moment, a hushed symphony of anticipation that even now seems to echo through sun-warmed rooms and along quiet corridors.

This is more than just a building; it is a heart of connection, where souls are bound by ties stronger than any material – a family whose very being is, and remains, woven from shared moments of joy, quiet understanding, and the steady comfort of standing together, offering unwavering support to one another.

They are known in their busy community then, and are known still, not for outward show, but for the calm goodness of their character: a deep well of warmth, a commitment to the graceful way of courtesy and respect passed down through the years, and the quiet, profound strength found in facing life's gentle currents or unexpected challenges as one.

In a room bathed in the soft, golden light of late afternoon, Safa moved with the practised rhythm of gentle work. At 34 years young, Safa is a respected healer of the little ones, a doctor whose hands understood the delicate beginnings of life and whose presence brought a calm steadiness blended with a gentle warmth that settled like a comforting presence.

Years spent caring for children, guided by a deep humanity perspective to ease discomfort and help others thrive, had shaped her into a vessel of profound patience and understanding.

To her family and the many others whose lives she touched with care, she is a picture of nurturing strength – a mother figure whose vast capacity for empathy flowed from the heart of her own vibrant home out into the wider world she served with quiet dedication.

By her side, a steady presence is Taliah's father, Zunaid. A man nearing his late 30s, Zunaid is a leader in the world of business, respected not just for his skill but for his unwavering fairness, his quiet integrity, and a grounded approach that saw challenges not as barriers but as opportunities to uphold good principles.

In the demanding currents of commerce, he steered his path with a calm resolve and a deep-seated belief that true lasting good came not just from results, but from the upright manner in which they are pursued and the positive impact one left behind.

Despite the demands of his work, his anchor is firmly set in his family life, a steady, supportive presence, a guiding light whose wisdom is offered gently, and whose leadership is shown through the quiet power of his actions. A readiness to stand firm – who is the bedrock of their home.

The house held the presence of seven elder sons, a lively group each adding his own unique spirit to the family's unfolding story.

They gathered in the heart of the home, a mix of nervous energy and excited hope, their ages spanning from the edge of young adulthood to the innocent wonder of early childhood. Their individual natures, evident even then, continue to shape the family's dynamic.

The eldest, Tariq, a sixteen-year-old navigating the pathways of high school, carried himself with maturity that went beyond his years. He possessed a natural wellspring of kindness, his gaze instinctively watching over his younger siblings, his hand gentle, his ear patient. His caring nature is not spoken loudly but lived in quiet acts: the unspoken offer of help with something difficult, the subtle ensuring that every small voice is heard, every turn taken during shared games. He is the family's quiet compass, guiding the younger ones with understated grace, a role he still embodies.

Next are the twins, Ehsan and Irfan, twelve-year-olds exploring the adventures of middle school. They moved through the world with a shared courtesy, their manners a reflection of thoughtful guidance, instinctively stepping back for an elder, their voices soft with respect when speaking to adults. Their interactions, whether with friends or those older, are marked by a natural deference and consideration, a hallmark of the family's deeply ingrained respect for others. They embodied the family's commitment to social grace, moving through life with a shared understanding of thoughtful conduct, a quality that remains a defining trait.

Areeb, the nine-year-old fourth brother, a student in the elementary years, is the house's steady ray of sunshine. His disposition is one of unwavering positivity, finding moments of pure joy in the simplest things, his gratitude a readily offered bloom. He approached the world with an open heart, his gaze quick to find the good in situations and the warmth in people, a quality that made his presence a pure delight, like a warm breeze on a perfect day. That cheerful spirit is still a light in their home.

And then there are the youngest three, the kindergarten trio, barely five years old: Zehan, Nazih, and Suhail. Seven sons before, and now their hearts fluttered with the prospect of another sibling.

Zehan, the first among the trio in age, is a soul of quiet thought, his thoughtful eyes observing the world's gentle moments. Though soft-spoken, his manners are a reflection of innate humility, a simple, unwavering honesty, the foundation of his interactions. If a question is put to him, his answer is a direct, clear truth, free from any hint of pretence. This thoughtful honesty is a cornerstone of his character.

Nazih, with a slightly more outgoing spirit than Zehan, possessed a strong, budding sense of fairness that is clear even at his young age. He cared deeply for the circle of his brothers and cousins, his hand quick to share, his heart set on ensuring everyone found their place, included in the warmth of the group. He carried within him a growing sense of justice, voicing his thoughts, albeit in the earnest tone of a child, if something felt not quite right. His commitment to fairness continues to grow with him.

Suhail, the most brightly curious of the three, is a natural-born seeker of understanding. His mind is like fertile earth, ready to soak up the richness of knowledge, constantly framing the world in questions: "Why?" and "How?". He found pure delight in the world of stories, drawing wisdom and wonder from books, conversations, and the simple act of observing the surrounding life. His boundless enthusiasm for learning made him a bright, constant spark in the family's constellation, and that spark still shines brightly.

Hovering gently in the background, a wave of support and anticipation that endures are the grandparents, uncles, and aunts – the wider circle of kinship, the roots that anchored the family tree. Their presence is a quiet affirmation of the deep cultural importance of family bonds, providing a steady network of support and reinforcing the family's core values through the quiet strength of shared customs, mutual affection, and the comforting rhythm of togetherness.

Then, a sound – a cry that cut through the hopeful anticipation, a new note in the house's familiar melody. After the seven sons, a daughter had arrived.

Taliah is born into a home already rich with the enduring human virtues: kindness that smoothed the way, respect that honored the dignity of others, responsibility quietly carried, and a deep woven understanding of what it means to walk the path of a good person, a cherished thread in the intricate pattern of family and community.

Her arrival is not just a birth; it is the opening of a new chapter, a precious, tender addition to a family where strength is found not in dominance, but in character cultivated with gentle hands, and where good manners are not a performance, but the very air they breathed. The future, though unseen, would hold new lessons, new joys, and a deeper weaving of their family, all beginning with the arrival of this precious daughter.

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Mum- Safa.

Dad- Zunaid.

Elder son- Tariq.

2nd and 3rd sons (twins)- Ehsan and Irfan.

4th son- Areeb.

5th, 6th, 7th sons (Trio)- Zehan, Nazih and Suhail.

1st daughter- Taliah

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The house held a new, soft rhythm now. It isn't just the hum of anticipation anymore; it is a quiet, watchful energy, like sunlight falling differently in the rooms. A tiny, precious life had arrived, and the very air seemed to soften around her presence.

She slept often, a small bundle wrapped in gentle cloths, filling the space with a quiet peace. Her breathing is a soft whisper, a delicate new sound woven into the familiar life of the home. The brothers found themselves drawn to the room where she rested, their usual boisterous energy hushed at the doorway.

Tariq stood slightly apart, his hands clasped behind his back, observing the crib with a thoughtful gaze. His chest felt a quiet swell of protectiveness he hadn't known before.

Ehsan and Irfan peered over the edge, their movements careful, their voices lowered instinctively.

"She's so... small," Ehsan whispered, a sense of wonder in his tone.

Irfan nodded, eyes wide. "Like a little bird."

Areeb, ever the ray of sunshine, simply smiled, a wide, gentle expression, finding pure joy in the sight of her. He didn't need to touch or speak loudly; just looking brought him happiness.

The youngest trio – Zehan, Nazih, and Suhail – are the most openly curious, yet their curiosity is tempered with an innate gentleness.

"Can we touch her hand?" Nazih asked softly, looking up at Safa, who sat nearby.

Safa smiled, her eyes warm. "Only very gently, with one finger. See how delicate she is?"

Zehan approached slowly, extending a single finger with immense care, just brushing the back of Taliah’s tiny hand. His thoughtful eyes seemed to be absorbing the wonder of it all.

Suhail, his mind buzzing with questions, knelt by the crib. "Why does she sleep so much?"

Zunaid, watching from the doorway, stepped forward. "Because growing takes a lot of energy, my son. She is doing important work, resting, and getting stronger."

He knelt beside Suhail, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"She is a precious gift," Zunaid said quietly, his voice filled with emotion, "and she needs our gentleness and care. Just as you all care for one another."

The older boys understood this without needing words. They began to find quiet ways to help – Tariq ensured the younger ones are calm around the baby, Ehsan and Irfan helping carry things quietly, anticipating needs before being asked. Responsibility felt different now, tinged with a sweet tenderness.

Areeb often sat nearest the room, drawing pictures of tiny bundled shapes, presenting them with quiet pride.

The youngest trio, guided by their innate natures and the example of their elders, learned the art of quiet observation and gentle presence around their sister. Nazih would sometimes offer a soft toy to place near the crib (always too large for her to grasp, but the intention is clear). Zehan’s quiet honesty meant he would report, in hushed tones, if he thought she stirred or made a sound. Suhail, the question-asker, began framing new wonders around this small being.

Her presence is a subtle teacher, deepening the currents of kindness, patience, and protective affection that already flowed through the family. She is a tender new chapter, woven into the rich, existing tapestry of their lives, promising new patterns and deeper hues yet to unfold.

The home, already full of character and warmth, now held a quiet, overflowing cup of happiness centered around the soft breathing of their youngest, their only sister, Taliah.

The presence of the grandparents in the home is a source of deep comfort, like the steady rhythm of the seasons. Yet, like the seasons, their needs had begun to shift gently with time.

Their movements are slower, their energy less boundless, and recently, the grandmother had been facing a period of sickness, a quiet challenge that brought a new layer of care into the household.

This is met not with burden but with a natural outpouring of affection and responsibility, a quiet testament to the love that flowed through their family. Tending to their elders is simply part of the family's way, a quiet duty woven with tenderness.

The grandmother spent more time resting now. The vibrant energy that once propelled her through busy days is softer, conserved.

But the warmth in her eyes remained, a steady beacon of love that overlooked any discomfort she felt. The grandchildren learned to gauge her comfort by the gentleness of her smile, the slight nod of her head.

They moved around her with an extra layer of quietness, instinctively lowering their voices near her room.

One afternoon, the grandfather sat in his favourite chair, a book open but unread in his lap, watching Tariq quietly tidying nearby.

"The light is fading, my son," the grandfather said softly. "My eyes tire quickly now."

Tariq looked up instantly, a natural concern on his face.

"Let me get the lamp for you, Grandfather. And perhaps I can read to you for a while?"

The grandfather's eyes crinkled at the corners.

"That would be a great kindness, Tariq. Your voice is steady and clear."

Tariq brought the lamp, adjusting it just right, and then sat beside him, taking the book. As he read, his voice is measured and calm, ensuring each word is clear. It isn't just reading; it is an act of service, a quiet gift of time and effort offered with pure affection.

The twins, Ehsan and Irfan, are often the first to notice when their grandmother needed something simple, like a cushion adjusted or a glass of water.

One morning, as the grandmother slowly made her way to a chair, leaning slightly on Safa's arm, Ehsan is there in an instant.

"Let me help, Grandmother," he said softly, offering his other arm.

Irfan quickly brought a soft shawl. "Here, Grandmother, in case you feel a chill."

The grandmother paused, looking at their earnest, young faces. A weak but genuine smile touched her lips. "May goodness always find its way back to you, my dear boys," she whispered, her voice a little frail. "Such thoughtful hearts."

Their actions aren't about being asked; they are prompted by a deeply ingrained sense of care, seeing a need and meeting it with quiet grace, learned from the example of their parents.

Even Areeb, the ray of sunshine, understood that his grandmother needed gentle care now. He would bring her small, soft toys from his collection, placing them carefully on her bedside table as silent companions.

"For you, Grandmother," he would say, his voice lower than usual, his bright energy softened by concern. "So you are not lonely."

She would reach out a hand, her touch feather-light on his cheek. "My dearest Areeb. Your kindness warms me more than any blanket."

His simple, pure acts of love brought a genuine brightness to her days, a reminder of the innocent joy that still thrived around her.

The youngest trio, Zehan, Nazih, and Suhail, while less able to provide practical help, offered their love in ways that are uniquely theirs. They understood, in the simple way children do, that their grandmother isn't feeling well and needed quiet.

Zehan, the quiet observer, would often just sit near her chair, not speaking, simply offering his peaceful presence. Sometimes, he would gently hold her hand, his small fingers wrapped carefully around hers. There is a quiet comfort in this shared silence.

Nazih, with his budding sense of fairness and inclusion, would make sure to divide any shared treat, like a piece of fruit, offering a small piece to his grandmother first.

"For you, Grandmother," he would state, extending his hand carefully. "It's very sweet."

Suhail, the curious one, looked at his grandmother with puzzled concern.

"Does your tummy hurt, Grandmother? Why does it hurt?" he asked, his voice full of genuine inquiry.

The grandmother, or Safa or Zunaid, would answer gently, explaining in simple terms that sometimes bodies feel tired and need rest.

"Just like when you are sleepy after playing," Safa might explain, "Grandmother's body is feeling sleepy and needs quiet."

Suhail would nod, absorbing this new understanding, and would then try to be extra quiet himself, a small act of empathy.

This ongoing circle of giving and receiving, of needing and caring, deepened the bonds within the home.

The grandparents, despite their frailty, continued to give love and wisdom through their patient presence and gentle words of gratitude.

The grandchildren, in turn, learned the profound value of caring for those who had cared for them, understanding that love expressed through service and respect is a truly meaningful gift.