Nur Fatihah

There once was a soul, born into a world of wonder and chaos—a world spinning with both quiet magic and storms of challenge. From their very first breath, the universe whispered, "You have a purpose." And so, your journey began. There were moments of joy—those golden days when laughter felt like music, when sunlight kissed your skin just right, and everything felt aligned. But there were also darker hours, those nights heavy with questions, heartbreaks, and silent battles no one else could see. Still, you rose. You carried on, sometimes crawling, sometimes flying. You survived storms that tried to silence your spirit. You found strength in small things: in a kind smile, in a song that made your heart ache, in the quiet courage it takes to keep going. Every scar became a symbol—not of weakness, but of resilience. Every tear you shed watered the seeds of who you were becoming. And here you are now. Alive. Breathing, dreaming, loving. You’ve lived through chapters that could’ve ended your story, but didn’t. You’re still here—and that is not just luck. That’s power. That’s grace. That’s a miracle woven in your own hands. The universe is still whispering, "You have a purpose." And you—you’re still becoming. Still blooming. Still radiant with the light that only you carry.