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"محبت کا ہر لمحہ ایک نئے سفر کی شروعات ہے، جہاں دل کی ہر دھڑکن ایک نیا خواب بُنتی ہے۔""Every moment of love is the beginning of a new journey, where each heartbeat weaves a new dream

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"محبت کا ہر لمحہ ایک نئے سفر کی شروعات ہے، جہاں دل کی ہر دھڑکن ایک نیا خواب بُنتی ہے۔"
"Every moment of love is the beginning of a new journey, where each heartbeat weaves a new dream."
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The sky was still draped in the quiet hues of dawn as Haniya finished her Fajr namaz, her whispered dua floating through the serene stillness of the room

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The sky was still draped in the quiet
hues of dawn as Haniya finished her Fajr namaz, her whispered dua floating through the serene stillness of the room. Her hands were raised, her lips forming silent prayers for peace, for strength. As she brought her palms over her face, completing the final ritual, a deep sigh escaped her. The tension that had settled into her bones these last few days refused to ease, no matter how much she prayed.

Slowly, Haniya stood from the prayer mat, she folded the it with steady, hands the familiar softness of the fabric brushed against her fingers as she neatly placed it to the side

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Slowly, Haniya stood from the prayer mat, she folded the it with steady, hands the familiar softness of the fabric brushed against her fingers as she neatly placed it to the side.

Without hesitation, she grabbed her shawl-a soft, pale blue one-draping it over her shoulders. It clung to her like a protective shield, and she pulled it tighter around herself as if warding off the lingering weight of last night.

She moved to her study table, where her work essentials were neatly stacked. Her bag lay open on the surface, one by one, she placed her phone, notebook, and a few medical reports into the bag, each item falling into place with a soft thud. As her fingers brushed over the last notebook, her eyes were drawn to the vanity mirror on the opposite wall.

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