CHAPTER 2: A FRIDAY MIRACLE

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I came into this world on a rainy Friday, April 6th, during the sacred month of Muharram—a time of reflection and remembrance for Muslims around the world.
My early arrival, a surprise to everyone, defied the expectations of the doctors who had warned me that I might not survive. Born prematurely, before the completion of the seventh month, the odds seemed stacked against me from the start.Yet, against all odds, I embarked on a journey that would defy expectations and surpass limitations.
For Muslims, a girl born on a Friday is often regarded as a blessing, a symbol of divine grace and mercy. It is believed that such a child carries a special significance, is destined for greatness, and is guided by the hand of Allah.
My early days were tough. I was so tiny, fighting to stay alive. But with every breath, I proved that I was a fighter, ready to take on whatever life threw at me.
As I grew older, I faced challenges that tested my resolve. But I also discovered moments of joy and wonder in the world around me—the smell of rain on the pavement, the warmth of the sun on my face, the laughter of loved ones.
“Every step forward was a victory, showing that I was strong and determined.”
Join me as I recount the story of my early years—a story of miracles and blessings, of challenges overcome and dreams fulfilled.From the rainy day of my birth to the countless Fridays that followed, this is the tale of a Friday miracle—a testament to the resilience of the human spirit and the power of faith to guide us through the darkest of storms.

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