| A Mother’s Unwavering Will –Written by Naazi Morad. |
| 🌿Life often presents us with diagnoses, labels, and limitations; but what if we refuse to accept them? |
| 🕊️This is the story of a woman who defied the prognosis, challenged the boundaries of medical determinism, and rewrote the narrative of her son’s life. As a nurse, she understood the complexities of epilepsy. When doctors told her that her only son would live with this condition for life, she listened, but she did not accept. She knew that neuroplasticity, resilience, and unwavering belief could shape a different reality. 🌬️The journey was arduous. She faced skepticism, setbacks, and moments of despair. But she persisted, employing every ounce of her knowledge, intuition, and determination to ensure her son would not be defined by his condition. She nurtured his cognitive development, reinforced his emotional regulation, and instilled in him a mindset of growth and possibility. Today, her son stands as a testament to her perseverance. He is not only free from the constraints of his diagnosis but has flourished into a spiritual, compassionate, and accomplished individual. A pillar of his community, he dedicates himself to charity, uplifts others through service, and has become one of the most successful web creators and IT visionaries of our time. |
| 💛And his mother? At the age of 60, she achieved her PhD, profound reminder that age is merely a construct, and time is a canvas upon which we paint our own destiny. 💛 🌤️Her journey exemplifies the power of grit, the psychology of resilience, and the boundless potential of human determination. You are not your circumstances. You are what you make of your time. Let this story be a beacon of hope for all who dare to challenge the limits imposed upon them. |
“Stone by Stone”
🧱 I built a dream from dust and doubt,
A trembling hope I dared not shout.
Each step was heavy, slow, unsure
But love, relentless, made me endure.
🌤️ It wasn’t thunder that saw me through,
But whispered prayers and skies turned blue.
Not crowds or cheers or flags unfurled
Just steady hands that shaped my world.
🌬️ When winds conspired to break my will,
And silence howled too loud, too still
I found your voice, not grand, but true,
A compass star I clung unto.
💛 You saw the gold inside my stone,
The courage carved when I felt alone.
You stayed when falter met my flame,
And love, like flint, lit up my name.
🕊️ So now I rise, not just for me
But for the ones who cannot see
That strength is not a solo flight,
But hearts that hold through longest night. with love from me to you, reade
