(FINALE)...She didn't become strong all at once.
Strength grew in her quietly—like sunlight creeping through a closed window.
She learned how to fight despair with dua.
How to turn pain into calmness.
How to survive days when everything felt too heavy.
She became the backbone of her home, the silent guardian of her siblings, the unspoken pride of her mother.
She was a daughter born with Azan in her ears,
and now she was becoming a woman who carried faith in her bones.
Her story wasn't perfect.
It wasn't easy.
But every hardship shaped her, like a sculptor carving a masterpiece from stone.
And she walked forward—slowly, steadily—
knowing Allah never abandons the hearts that call to Him.
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