In memory’s embrace, where moments bloom, A smile to remember, in twilight’s gloom. It lingers, soft as whispers in the breeze, A treasure trove of joy, a heart at ease. Each curve and dimple, etched in time’s embrace, A portrait…
In the quiet whispers of a mother’s wisdom, In the tender embrace of her loving arms, Lies the story of a journey, yet to be told, A tale of resilience, of strength untold. From the moment of birth, she holds…
In the depths of despair, where shadows creep, And darkness shrouds the land in its embrace, There blooms a light, a flame, a song to keep, A melody of hope, in every space. Amidst the chaos, where anguish reigns, And…
In the glowing embrace of dawn, I rise, A beacon of strength, reaching for the skies. With every beat of my heart, I defy the norm, In the face of adversity, I stand firm and warm. Through the darkest nights…
In the realm where words dance and dreams take flight, Irtaza Bilal pens a symphony of empowerment and light. Founder of Go Daughters, a visionary in her own right, She crafts verses that sparkle, like stars in the night. Phenomenal…
In the quiet echoes of the dawn’s embrace, Ifra Bilal’s pen weaves a tale of grace. Founder of Go Daughters, a vision clear, A poet’s heart, a pioneer near. In the realm of words, she takes her stand, Crafting verses,…
In the realm where dreams unfold, Ifra Bilal, a visionary bold. Founder of Go Daughters, she stands, Empowering lives with helping hands. Her Kind, a force that breaks the chains, A poet’s heart in life’s vast plains. Through verses woven…
In the tapestry of existence, where dreams unfurl, A symphony of voices, each a precious pearl. Here, amid the whispers of the wind and the sighs of the sea, A woman speaks, her spirit wild and free. Born from the…
In the realm where dreams take flight, A vision born of courage, in the softest light. Irtaza Bilal, founder of Go Daughters, stands tall, Crafting a tale where daughters rise, never to fall. Bearing the torch of change, a beacon…
In the hush of twilight, where shadows intertwine, A poignant echo lingers, a sorrow, not benign. Here, penned by Irtaza Bilal, a founder’s heart unspun, “The Cry Of The Daughters,” a tale yet to be done. Beneath the crescent moon,…
