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Hi, it's been so long! 
          How are you doing?
          
          I published a new story, hoping to finish it before the Watty's deadline, please be kind enough to read it, and provide some constructive criticism.
          
          Don't forget to leave a vote!
          
          Stay blessed
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/386680591?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=HafsaNaseem

There is khayr in everything, but the heart needs īmān to see it. The same situation can feel like a burden to one person and a blessing to another. Rain may ruin your plans, but it can bring you closer to duʿā. Losing something may hurt, but it can protect you from what you could not see. Even a restless night can become a moment where you turn back to Allāh and speak to Him sincerely.
          
          Life is not always easy, but nothing is without purpose. Every difficulty, every delay, every small moment carries something good within it, even if it takes time to understand. When you start looking at life through īmān, you stop asking “why is this happening to me?” and start trusting that there is khayr being written for you in every moment.
          
          May Allāh give us hearts that see the good in everything and trust Him even when we don’t understand. 
          @Slave_of_Ar-Rahman 

Hey eonni! Idk if you remember me or if you're gonna see this message..but in case you do, I just wanted to let you know that I'll be deleting my Wattpad account today..if you ever want to reach out @sen._lin this is my insta account, so feel free to! 

hello

Hi astrid!! I hope you're doing fantastic and I miss you a lot. I changed my user in memory of that beautiful little nickname you gave me. You have been crossing my mind a lot recently and I just wanted to make sure that you are okay. I love you. 
          
          Love,
          Lilah. 

I hope you're doing great chancey you probably would've forget us- 

Hey, did i know you by chance? 

a small token of kindness [ 17th september 2025, wednesday ] 
          
          broken fury, dead incitement, delirium stitched in emotions. yearning winds, fanning destructions, branches that bury their homelands. 
          
          systemic disorientations, horrors owed to joys that bleed. mysterious differences, confusions constructed, alarms that ring but souls that refuse to awaken. 
          
          blaring conquerors, forgotten tunnels, coffee cooling beside unmade dread. thrumming fingertips, raging purposes, metamorphosis: humans crawling, carrying everyday banters. 
          
          the sun with a thousand eyes, the night with hidden crimes, feathers drowned in poet's ink. sorrows of lyrics, wings lost in the blue, life that feeds one melancholy, souls distilling it into hope. 
           #adropofhumanity

Beneath each scar, a seed will grow,
          Through storms and trials, strength will show.
          From whispers deep, a bloom will rise,
          A soul reborn beneath the skies.
          

Do not measure yourself by storms endured,
          but by the light you gave while the winds raged.
          Even in nights without stars,
          your glow may guide another home.