fariha2908

Today, I voted for the first time.
          	One small mark on a ballot, but it carried the weight of history, hope, and countless unheard dreams.
          	I thought of those who never got this chance—those who fought, spoke up, and stood strong so that people like me could one day stand in a queue, hold an ID, and choose with dignity. My hands trembled a little, not from fear, but from responsibility.
          	This wasn’t just about choosing a candidate.
          	It was about choosing to care.
          	Choosing to believe that my voice matters.
          	Choosing to participate, not stay silent.
          	As I stepped out of the polling station, I felt taller somehow—prouder, more connected to my country than ever before. Democracy felt real today. Personal. Human.
          	My first vote.
          	A beginning, not an end.
          	And a promise to never take this right for granted. ✨

fariha2908

Today, I voted for the first time.
          One small mark on a ballot, but it carried the weight of history, hope, and countless unheard dreams.
          I thought of those who never got this chance—those who fought, spoke up, and stood strong so that people like me could one day stand in a queue, hold an ID, and choose with dignity. My hands trembled a little, not from fear, but from responsibility.
          This wasn’t just about choosing a candidate.
          It was about choosing to care.
          Choosing to believe that my voice matters.
          Choosing to participate, not stay silent.
          As I stepped out of the polling station, I felt taller somehow—prouder, more connected to my country than ever before. Democracy felt real today. Personal. Human.
          My first vote.
          A beginning, not an end.
          And a promise to never take this right for granted. ✨

sunshinexreads1607

Hello 
          Are you interested in reading a book written by a Telugu author?
          
          A reluctant bride, a wounded heart, and a calm man who chooses patience over possession. 
          Married for convenience after being sacrificed twice for her family’s greed, she enters a third marriage carrying scars no one sees. He offers safety, respect, and quiet devotion—without knowing her past.
          
          This is a slow-burn tale of arranged marriage, emotional healing, and a love that waits… asking only one question:
          Can a heart that survived sacrifice finally choose happiness? ✨
          
          
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/402430920?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Nirvikawrites

fariha2908

Happy New Year 2026.
          Last year was full of ups and downs and ups.
          Hope this year is going to be kind to all of us and give strength to fight any situation. 
          

Catherine_0777

Happy New year and wishing a blessed year ahead 
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Aiswarya2018

@fariha2908 Happy New Year to you too dear ♡
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fariha2908

Today, we woke up in the morning with the earthquake. I open my eyes and see everything shaking around me.
          
          With almighty grace, we are safe and sound, but this incident traumatised us, and the whole capital of Dhaka.
          
          The earthquake on Friday reminded us once again how fragile we are and how Powerful nature is.
          
          O Allah, shower Your mercy upon us. Protect us from every calamity and keep our hearts firm. Bring peace and comfort to those who are frightened.
          
          May Allah keep us safe and make things easy for everyone.
          
          Ameen

PricellaRampersad

@fariha2908 Stay safe and god is watching over you and all people. 
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