A short story for anyone who’s ever felt like giving up.

Ayesha was 29. She lived in a quiet neighborhood. She had a son named Arman, five years old, full of curiosity and far too clever for his age. Ayesha worked part-time at a grocery store. Her shift ended at 9 PM, and she would carry home sore feet, stale bread, and a heart that was heavier than it looked. After Arman was asleep, Ayesha had a ritual. She’d boil some leftover tea, wrap herself in an old shawl, and open her phone. The screen was cracked near the corner, but it still lit up. Still offered a little hope.

Each night, she searched the same things: “How to earn from home without money?” “Best mobile side hustle for beginners.” “Can I make money online without showing my face?”

She wasn’t dreaming of mansions or Mercedes. She just wanted enough to stop saying no all the time. No to field trips. No to birthday cakes with icing. No to the new shoes Arman pointed at in the shop window. She wasn’t greedy—she was just exhausted. She tried everything. Dropshipping, but the setup broke her. YouTube, but the camera made her anxious. TikTok, but the sales never came. And the online course she paid $47 for? It sent her PDFs and vanished. Affiliate Marketing, but it demanded too much daily working time. Each attempt made her feel smaller, like the world of online money-making was some secret club.

One night, it got too much. Ayesha stood in the kitchen, watching a drop of water run down the tap. She whispered to herself: “Maybe I’m just not meant for this.” Then came the Advertisement in Facebook. She read while she wasn’t really paying attention. Just someone tapping their phone. “This 30-second tap gave me $50,” the caption read.

It was called WiFi Passive Income Streams.

She almost scrolled past. But something made her stop. The cost? $17. Exactly what she’d saved in coins for Arman’s birthday. She hesitated. Then she noticed the money is refundable if it does not work and that too not in 1 or 2 days… not even 30 or 60 days, it’s within 180 days. She closed her eyes and finally got the instant access.

She opened her phone and tapped “Activate” button and saw it:

$42.97 – Paid
Her hands covered her mouth. She stared at the screen like it had just told her she could breathe again. She could not sleep that night.

Two hours later:
$98.15 – Paid

Then again:
$53.60 – Paid

She was no longer afraid to open her bank app. She bought Arman a cake with icing. He smiled so wide she cried in the bakery. Now, Ayesha taps her phone twice each morning and night. Not to scroll. Not to search. But to earn. Quietly. Peacefully. Without anyone watching.

She still works at the store, but not out of desperation. She knows: she has something that works.

Maybe you’ve cried at night. Maybe you’ve whispered to yourself, “Why is it never me?”

Maybe this story is not just to be read…
…but to remind you:
you’re not alone.