Embracing her true self
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I know
I know
I am obsessed with book
that does not mean I can't even pay attention to myself
I have gained so much weight, it is almost 50 kg, than remembering My friend marrige is in 2 month
Ahmmmmmmm
I really want to shout
But my mom will get up ,than I will be a dead meat for sure
My sister always told me to go exercise, hang out with my friends .
But i was busy reading,
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this story is about a girl who change herself
you can also change yourself, whomever you want to be
please take care of yourself and push past your limit nobody else is going to do it for you
This story is going to release soon I hope you all enjoy
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As-salamu alaykum (ٱلسَّلَامُ عَلَيْكُمْ) :-Peace be unto you,
It is a fictional story that means this story is made up , but i hope you enjoy it or Get inspired and benefit you in anyways
But there are many people who can actually compare themselves into this story, we are so obsessed with things that we forget about our own self
But
I have a request please pray before you start reading it, it is a short story but keep your prayers first
Nothing else
Enjoy
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