the call to early morning prayer — and the fire to keep showing up for what I believe in.

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sacred whispers—after a night of deep conversation with my Creator and reciting Suratul Kahf, I sip my coffee, eyes bright, as the scent of bukhoor dances through a home glowing with purpose and peace.

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Annurgold Nexus Ltd

Aspiring to touch hearts, to heal and to mend,
Nexus of passion, where visions ignite.
Nurturing traditions with future in sight,
Uniting cultures through craft and insight.
Refining heritage with elegance bold,
Generations enriched in treasures untold.
Opening doors to new dreams and art,
Lifting voices with power and heart.
Daring to lead with purpose untamed.

Nexus of voices where echoes resound,
Elevating brands with a signature sound.
Xenial embrace of cultures and lore,
Unfolding beauty in fashion and more.
Shining through wellness, a path so true.

Legacies printed in ink and page,
Timeless tradition with a modern stage.
Driven by purpose, forever we stand.

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I wear not just fabric, but time itself—
threads woven with stories of my journey.
Each tear, a lesson. Each fade, a memory.
Gratitude stitched into every seam.


I am wrapped in fresh beginnings,
a silent reminder of blessings received.
Not everyone can drape themselves in change,
so I wear mine with humility and grace.

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his words will find a home in my heart.
His stories will weave into my soul,
fueling my creativity, shaping my art.
With every verse, every line, every dream,
my pen will dance, forever inspired.


I will be the fire behind his ink.
A muse, a mystery, a boundless spark,
whispering ideas before they fade.
In my presence, his words will bloom,
for I am the wind that stirs his flame.

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not wealth or fame,
but the breath we take and the love we give.
It is sound health, a heart that endures,
laughter that lingers, and dreams that rise.

To wake, to feel, to grow, to be—
That is life’s true gift.

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I’d keep the lessons, not the scars,
Turn every wound into wisdom,
Every loss into a guiding star.

But ink flows where fate has willed,
And growth is carved in lines untamed.
So I’ll embrace each page as written,
For even storms have names.

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How long will you pretend not to hear?
How many voices must rise before you listen?
You mold women with one hand, then break them with the other,
calling them strong while silencing their strength.

You teach them to shrink, to wait for permission,
to apologize for taking up space.
But we are done waiting. Done asking.
Women do not need your approval to exist in their full power.

We are not your shadows, not your second thoughts.
Not your burdens, nor your unfinished dreams.
We are the architects of futures, the carriers of legacies,
and we will no longer beg for what is already ours.

Do better. Be better.
The time for change is now.

Signed,
A world that will not be silenced.

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Not every delay is a denial.
A door that does not open today
may not be locked—just waiting.
What I once called rejection,
I now see as redirection,
leading me where I was always meant to be.

Kind hearts do not always meet their kind.
I once believed goodness mirrored itself,
that truth was a language all could speak.
But not every hand that reaches for yours
comes with pure intent.
Some hold daggers behind their smiles.
I will not let the world harden me—
I will be wise, not wary,
guarded, but never unkind.

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They do not fade, nor say goodbye.
The dream delayed, the prayer unheard,
Might still be answered—just not in words.
What seems like loss to weary eyes,
Is light still shining—just elsewhere high.

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