Two days ago, I met my uncle. He woke up energetically from his hospital bed, smiling and talking as though nothing serious had happened. He had already undergone one angiography and kept saying, “I feel completely fine.” No smoking. No alcohol. No diabetes. No BP. No unhealthy habits. And yet… his heart had blocks. While talking to him, one thing stayed in my mind. I told him gently: “Sometimes the deepest damage does not come from what we eat or drink. It comes from what we

A little boy sat quietly in the corner of the room. No toys. No questions. No running around. No conversations. Just… scrolling. His tiny fingers kept moving endlessly on the screen while the world around him slowly faded away. His mother smiled proudly and said, “At least he doesn’t trouble anyone.” But nobody noticed: - he stopped looking at the sky, - stopped talking during meals, - stopped playing outside, - stopped sharing his feelings, - and slowly forgot how to enjoy s

Two days ago, I met my uncle. He woke up energetically from his hospital bed, smiling and talking as though nothing serious had happened. He had already undergone one angiography and kept saying, “I feel completely fine.” No smoking. No alcohol. No diabetes. No BP. No unhealthy habits. And yet… his heart had blocks. While talking to him, one thing stayed in my mind. I told him gently: “Sometimes the deepest damage does not come from what we eat or drink. It comes from wha