There are highs and lows in life. While you consume, work, play, and sleep, you also have to cope with discomfort. You have personal problems that make life more difficult than you would want, regardless of who you are or what circumstances you find yourself in. However, if you had never been born, none of this would be taking place. Raphael Samuel, a 27-year-old anti-natalist from Mumbai, India, believes that having your own parents is a reason to sue them.
Samuel’s divisive comments are causing quite a commotion on his Facebook page, “Nihilanand.” He frequently shares memes and videos supporting his belief that it’s unfair that your parents opted to bring you into this dysfunctional world and that you were born without their consent.
Some perceive him as being humorous. Some believe he lacks empathy. There are those who genuinely enjoy him. One thing, nevertheless, never goes away: people are still interested in him.
Even though Raphael Samuel might appear a little ludicrous in his disguise—especially when combined with his flamboyant remarks—he nevertheless stands up for the common guy while sporting his trademark false black beard and dark sunglasses. He never stops preaching that parents who give their children a life they didn’t ask for are self-centered and should not be respected.
He usually makes memes to draw attention to his concepts. He poses in front of vividly colored phrases in these pictures. “A good parent puts the child above its desires and needs, but the child itself is a desire of the parent,” reads one of his most recent quotes. #ParentsAreEmpathetic
Samuel oddly enough says he gets along well with his dad (DailyMail). He feels that he is not required to thank them for bringing him here, even if he doesn’t treat them disrespectfully.
Raphael Samuel claims in a video titled “Why am I suing my parents?” that although his father hasn’t accepted it, his mother has accepted his beliefs. “He’s getting used to the idea,” He deals with some really decent parents, for someone who says you don’t have to respect them.
Samuel approaches the possibility of suing his parents more and more as “Nihilanand” gains popularity and amusing online remarks. Through Facebook photographs that assert, “Your parents had you instead of a toy or a dog,” people are endorsing his beliefs and letting him know that he is making a “good point.” You have no debt to them. Their amusement comes from you.
Samuel has even gone so far as to liken having children to slavery (for the owner’s/parent’s gain) and kidnapping (because of the lack of permission). His main objective is to ensure that people are aware that having children is a choice, even though many of his ideas seem to veer more toward sensationalism and internet trolling. In a society where having children is practically a given, he wants to defy convention and show that there are valid reasons not to.
How do you feel? Is he trying to make a point, or is he just making fun of us all?
Our Dad Asked the Whole Family to Buy Mom Kitchen Utensils for Christmas as She’s a ‘Horrible Cook’ — We Decided to Outplay Him
When my brother and I overheard Dad calling Mom “lazy” and mocking her cooking, we knew we couldn’t let it slide. What started as a Christmas gift list turned into a clever plot to teach him a lesson he’d never forget.
I never thought I’d say this, but my family’s Christmas this year felt straight out of a sitcom, except, you know, the kind that makes you grind your teeth first.
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My name’s Stella, I’m fourteen, and my life’s a mix of biology homework, arguing with my sixteen-year-old brother Seth, and trying to keep my sneakers white in a house that’s spotless only because Mom makes sure of it.
My mom is the glue holding us together. She works full-time, does all the laundry and house-cleaning, and still finds the energy to help Seth with his physics projects that, let’s face it, are basically black holes with glitter glue.
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Dad, on the other hand, considers himself the “man of the house,” which is just a fancy title for doing nothing and watching old action movies. I’m not saying I don’t love him—I do—but he’s a “feet-up, channel-surfing, and passing-commentary-on-everything” kind of guy.
But then Christmas happened, and now Seth and I can’t forget what we heard.
It was two weeks before Christmas, and Seth and I were sneaking through the hallway looking for Mom’s stash of wrapped presents.
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Instead, we caught Dad on the phone with his brother, Uncle Nick. His voice was loud enough to carry through the closed door.
“What to get, Lily?” Dad said, laughing like he was sharing a joke. “Bro, only kitchen stuff. Mixers, blenders, utensils—you know, stuff that’ll make her actually useful in the kitchen. She’s soooo lazy in there.”
I felt my stomach twist. Lazy? Was he kidding? Mom barely sits down. Seth shot me a glance, his jaw clenched. He whispered, “Dad can’t be serious.”
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But Dad wasn’t done. “I’m just saying, if she had better gadgets, maybe she wouldn’t be such a horrible cook. It’s not like she’s great at it anyway.”
It felt like the world had tilted sideways. Seth and I weren’t the type to agree on much, but in that moment, we didn’t need words. We had a plan before we even left the hallway.
On Christmas morning, the living room smelled like pine and cookies. Mom had been up since dawn baking, her hair tied in that messy bun she swore was “practical” but always looked perfect.
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She kept refilling the coffee pot and handing out mugs while Dad lounged by the fire, sipping his hot chocolate like he hadn’t just insulted her existence two weeks ago.
The whole family of 12—grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles—sat in a circle by the tree. Seth and I perched on the couch, biting our lips to keep from grinning too early. One by one, the gifts were unwrapped. The usual stuff: socks, gift cards, and ugly sweaters that no one wanted but everyone pretended to love.
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Then it was Dad’s turn.
Aunt Patricia handed him the first box. “This one’s from me, Tanner,” she said with a sweet smile.
Dad tore off the paper and blinked. “Oh. A fishing rod. Nice.”
“It’s not just nice—it’s top of the line,” Aunt Patricia said, grinning widely “Thought you’d love it.”
Dad chuckled awkwardly. “Yeah… I do. Thanks.”
But then Seth passed him another box. “Here, Dad. From me.”
Another fishing rod. Dad frowned but forced a smile. “Uh… thanks, son. Really thoughtful.”
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I handed him mine next. “Merry Christmas, Dad!” I chirped, sounding as innocent as possible.
He unwrapped it slowly, probably hoping for a wallet or something practical.
His face fell. “Another one?” He laughed nervously. “Wow. Three is a charm, huh?”
Uncle Nick was next, followed by Aunt Claire and even Grandpa. Each gift was the same: a fishing rod. By the time the fifth one was opened, Dad’s smile had turned into a twitching scowl.
“Wait a minute,” he said, his voice rising. “What the hell is this? Fishing rods? Who needs this many fishing rods?”
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Meanwhile, Mom’s laughter echoed through the living room as she unwrapped the beautifully wrapped designer purse. Seth and I watched as her face lit up, glowing as brightly as the Christmas lights strung around the room.
“Oh my gosh, this purse is beautiful! How did you all know I wanted it?” she asked, running her fingers over the smooth leather.
Uncle Nick grinned from his spot near the fireplace. “We had help. The kids sent us a wishlist.”
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Mom’s eyes widened, and for a moment, she looked like she might cry. “You two did this?” she whispered, glancing between me and Seth.
We nodded in unison, trying to keep our cool. Seth shrugged, but his grin gave him away. “You deserve it, Mom.”
Her voice broke a little. “Thank you. Both of you. This is the best Christmas I’ve had in years.”
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I won’t lie, hearing her say that made every second of planning worth it.
Rewind to two weeks ago. Seth and I were furious after overhearing Dad call Mom “lazy” and a “horrible cook.” It was like a switch flipped inside us. That night, we stayed up in Seth’s room, sketching out what we called “Operation Outplay.”
“Okay,” I said, pacing his cluttered room. “First, we need to stop this kitchen gadget nonsense. Mom doesn’t even like cooking; she does it because she has to.”
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Seth leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. “And then we make Dad eat his words. Literally, if we can.”
I smirked. “Let’s start with an email.”
Together, we drafted a message to every family member who had planned to join us for Christmas. The email was simple but clear:
“Hi, this is Stella and Seth. We need your help to make this Christmas special for Mom. Dad asked you to get her kitchen stuff, but we think she deserves better. Here’s a wishlist of gifts she’ll actually love and cherish…”
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We listed things Mom had quietly admired but never bought for herself: that designer bag she had been longing to buy for as long as we could remember, a spa day gift card, her favorite skincare products, a personalized necklace with our names engraved, and the cozy reading chair she’d been eyeing for her tiny library.
We added one final touch. “Instead of getting Dad what he asked for, please buy him fishing rods. As many as possible. Trust us—it’s part of the plan.”
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The responses rolled in almost immediately. Aunt Patricia wrote back, “Count me in! Lily works so hard, and I’m happy to help.” Grandpa added, “Fishing rod it is. This will be fun!” By the end of the week, every family member was on board.
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Fast forward to Christmas morning. After Dad’s meltdown over the mountain of fishing rods, Mom’s gifts kept coming. The personalized necklace brought tears to her eyes. “It’s beautiful,” she said, clutching it to her chest. “Thank you, everyone.”
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Seth handed her the next box, a spa day gift card. “You need a break, Mom. Go get pampered for once.”
She laughed through her tears. “You two are amazing.”
Meanwhile, Dad was fuming in his armchair, surrounded by his growing pile of fishing rods. His face was a blend of confusion and annoyance. “Will someone please tell me what this nonsense is? Fishing rods? Like, seriously? I don’t even fish!”
Uncle Nick leaned forward, grinning. “We thought you’d want to start, dear brother. You know, since Lily puts so much effort into cooking for you.”
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That was the spark that lit the fire.
“This is ridiculous!” Dad snapped, his voice rising. “Where’s all the stuff I told you to get for Lily? The kitchen gadgets? She needs those!”
Mom froze, her smile fading. “You told everyone to get me kitchen stuff?” she asked, her tone sharp.
Seth crossed his arms. “Yeah, Dad said you were ‘lazy in the kitchen’ and needed gadgets to cook faster. We figured you deserved better.”
Dad’s face turned a deep shade of red. “You two—! That’s not what I meant!”
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“Oh really, Dad?” Seth shot back. “Because it sure sounded like that when you were whining to Uncle Nick about how Mom’s ‘too tired to cook for you.’”
The room went silent. All eyes were on Dad.
Mom’s voice trembled, but it wasn’t from sadness, it was anger. “So, all this time, you’ve been complaining about me behind my back? And the kids had to step in because you couldn’t appreciate me? You’re impossible, Tanner!”
Dad stammered, “I—I was joking!”
“That’s funny,” Mom said, crossing her arms. “Because I’m not laughing.”
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Seth leaned toward me and whispered, “Mom’s about to go nuclear.”
“Good,” I whispered back.
Mom stood, grabbed one of the fishing rods, and placed it firmly in Dad’s lap. “Here. You’ll have plenty of time to ‘joke’ while you’re learning to fish with your new toys.”
Dad opened his mouth to argue but thought better of it. He slumped back in his chair, defeated.
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The rest of the day was perfect. Mom basked in the love and attention from everyone, while Dad sulked in the corner. That evening, as the chaos died down, Mom pulled Seth and me into a tight hug.
“You two have no idea how much this means to me,” she said softly. “I don’t need fancy things, but knowing you see how hard I work—it’s everything.”
“Of course we see it, Mom,” I said. “We just wanted you to know that we appreciate you. For everything that you’ve done for us.”
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Seth added, “And we wanted Dad to realize it too. He’ll think twice before calling you lazy again.”
Mom laughed, wiping her eyes. “Gosh! I love you both so much! You are the best. And your plan? Genius. I’m so proud of you, Seth and Stella.”
And the fishing rods? Let’s just say they weren’t gifts; they were a lesson. One Dad wouldn’t forget anytime soon. For starters, he never dared call Mom “lazy” again. Safe to say, our plan worked better than we could’ve hoped, don’t you think?
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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