THIS IS TOPIC NO ONE TALK , DISCUSS AND NOTICE ABOUT.
only someone who knew about all the pain about all the hidden points about LIFE OF A WOMEN is only known by a WOMEN.
_THE DAWN SHE ARRIVED**
"The night before her birth was quieter than usual. A soft drizzle tapped against the clay roof, and the small house smelled of rain and hope. Inside, her mother lay exhausted yet glowing, clutching her belly and whispering, *"Ya Allah, bring this child into the world safely."*
When the first light of dawn stretched its pale fingers across the sky, the baby finally arrived—small, warm, and fragile, her cry trembling like a new note in the world. Her father held her with shaking hands, awe filling his eyes. He brought her close, pressed his lips near her tiny ear, and gently recited the **Azan**, letting each sacred word wrap around her like a blessing from the heavens.
It was in that moment, wrapped in a thin cotton cloth, that her story began—
with prayer, with softness, and with a world already whispering her name.
Her mother looked at her daughter with tears that tasted of gratitude and fear. She wasn't just holding a newborn; she was holding a future she hoped would be gentler than her own."
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