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Happy 17th Birthday, Zade..!!🎀

Seventeen—a new chapter, a whole new horizon. When I sit down to write this....!!
mere dil mein sirf ek hi baat aati hai:
how can one person radiate so much calm, so much warmth, and still stay so humble?
Every year comes with its own lessons, but this one is special. Seventeen is that soft space between childhood dreams and adult strength—the place where your heart begins to understand its own rhythm.
I pray that this year brings you endless safety, health, and joy.
May Allah bless you with sabr, noor, and protection always.
Ameen.
Seventeen is the age of figuring out who you are becoming.
It’s messy, magical, and full of wonder. Don’t rush it.
Let yourself dream, fail, try again.
Learn new things, love deeper, forgive faster.
Be patient with the process—kuch cheezein waqt se hi khoobsurat banti hain.
Seventeen will be a chapter of healing, discovery, and quiet victories.
You’ll find new songs, new sunsets, new people who understand you.
You’ll learn to say no without guilt, and yes without fear.
You’ll keep growing into the kind of man who’s strong, humble, and soft-hearted all at once.
You’ve already faced storms that would have shaken many.
Jo accident hua tha na, it reminded everyone that life is fragile, that you’re precious, and that even the strongest souls sometimes need rest.
Watching you heal, smile again, and step forward—it was like watching the sun rise after a long night.
You showed what quiet resilience looks like. You taught that gentleness isn’t weakness—it’s courage wearing calmness.
When I think of you, I think of peace.
Not the silent kind, but the one that hums softly under chaos—the kind that reminds people they’ll be okay.
You’ve become that kind of energy for me. Your words, your aura, even the smallest things you share—they comfort hearts that you’ll never meet.
Sometimes I wonder if you know what you’ve built.
Not fame, not numbers, but connection. You’ve created a space that feels like home for people who needed it.
The world moves too fast, but when you appear on the screen, sab kuch thoda slow lagta hai—like I can breathe again for a moment.
This birthday, I hope you feel that same calm returned to you a hundred times over.
I hope you laugh until your ribs ache, eat the cake that actually tastes like happiness, and look around realizing kitne log genuinely care for you. You’re loved more than you know.
Take care of yourself, please.
Wake safely on roads, rest when your body asks, protect your mind from negativity. You owe that to yourself.
Life doesn’t always wait; it whispers reminders, and I hope you listen to them kindly.
You don’t have to be perfect to be inspiring. You just have to be real—and that’s what you are.
I pray that this year fills your heart with light.
That every scar becomes proof of survival, every tear turns into growth, and every sunrise brings you closer to the peace you deserve.
That your car always returns you home safely.
That your laughter never loses its softness.
That your eyes keep holding that spark that makes people believe again.
If I could gift you one thing, it would be clarity—the kind that tells you how rare your soul really is. You’re not “just special.”
You’re the kind of person who shifts the atmosphere when you enter a room.
The calm you bring, the warmth you leave—it stays.
Sometimes I replay your words, those small moments of kindness, and they remind me that there’s still purity in this world.
You may not even realize it, but you make people believe that gentle hearts can survive loud worlds.
There’s a quote that says, “Some people arrive and make such a beautiful impact on your life, you can barely remember what life was like without them.”
That’s you—for everyone who’s ever felt your presence, even through a screen.
On this birthday, I hope the universe spoils you.
May your mornings start with gratitude and your nights end with peace.
May your dreams stretch bigger than your fears.
May Allah fill your path with light, barakah, and endless reasons to smile.
Ameen.And whenever life feels heavy again, remember: you’ve already proven that you can rise. You’ve done it before; you’ll do it again. You don’t have to carry the world alone—just carry faith.To everyone who looks up to you, you’re already that inspiration.
To those who love you, you’re comfort. And to the universe—you’re proof that light can exist after darkness.
Happy 17th chapter to you once again.
May it be filled with duaas that come true, memories that feel like home, and peace that stays longer than pain.Take care of yourself always. Eat properly, rest when you need to, stay safe behind the wheel, and never doubt how deeply you’re valued.
The world’s a gentler place because you’re part of it.
And now…
I know you have questions — why I stayed silent, if I ever meant what I said, if I ever truly cared.
But know this: I never left.
Even when you didn’t notice, even when you weren’t there — I was.
Watching. Hoping.
Praying. Always.
I know it doesn’t make up for what I did — for the silence, the distance, the unanswered moments.
But I promise… one day, I’ll make it up to you — if you’ll let me.
I never wanted to give up on you.
But life tested me too — gave me moments that broke me quiet,
times when I couldn’t keep going, even though my heart wanted to stay.
Still, I held on — to faith, to hope, to the thought of you.
Maybe one day, I’ll come back.
Not as the childish, impulsive soul who spoke too soon and felt too deeply,
but as someone stronger, steadier, and ready to face the truth.
Until then, don’t wait for me. Don’t worry for me.
Just remember me softly — without ache, without blame.
And when you do, smile for me, yeah?
Because you deserve to smile — always.
I’ll still be here, somewhere between prayers and stars —
watching, hoping, and wishing you every bit of peace this world can offer.
Always!!❤️‍🩹

From: ur one nd only Princess~💛
To:‪@Zademeow‬

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