Every ember, a name remembered.
Every spark, one still burning.
A private chronicle of the Haque family — written in fire the way the old tales tell it, one tree holding everyone who came before, and everyone still to come.
Where everyone came from.
The ancestors sit in the roots — the names a grandmother could once recite from memory, now something the next generation can open and actually see: faces, places, and the quiet years in between.
Where everyone is going.
The descendants sit in the branches, reaching outward and upward. The tree never stops growing — because the family never does either, and every new name takes its own place in the canopy.
Cards carry a life, not just a name.
Birth and death years, birthplaces, professions — each person sits on their own card, ringed in gold while living, and quietly dimmed once their chapter closes, with the year kept beside their name.
Add a photograph, a biography, a place. The tapestry only knows what you tell it — and it never forgets what you do.
One glance tells you who's still here — and how they're joined.
Gold rings mean living. Grey means passed, with the year kept beside their name. A solid line is a marriage; a broken one is a step or an ending — the tapestry marks the difference so no one has to ask.
Zoom out and the whole shape of a family becomes visible — not a spreadsheet of relations, but the actual geometry of who came from whom · a weirwood in miniature, carved and growing.
Legend
Three ways to walk through the same family.
From the ground, the tree has one shape. From three places — the tree, the timeline, and the map — the family reveals three more.
The Tree
Trace a lineage branch by branch — gold for the living, grey for the passed, unmistakable lines for every kind of bond.
Open the treeThe Timeline
Watch the family unfold year by year — marriages, births, and partings falling into place along a single thread of time.
Walk the timelineThe Map
See where the family scattered across the world — every pinned place a story of how far the branches reached.
View the map“One tree, two fires — dig down to where you came from, or climb up to see how far the blood has flown.”