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  • Feadal Arafat

A Warrior Goddess

There is no window to open. Just a mirror reflecting her truth.
There is no knight, for she was never a damsel in distress.


She wills her mind, body, time, and space.
Devotionally, silently,  transmuting her sufferings to universal enlightenment. 

Elegantly transcending the friction mud endures blooming into lotus.

Finally arriving at the top of a mountain, she finds her kingdom to herself. 

In her own reflection, she finds her messianic spirit. 


Guiding light for hearts of pure intentions, aligning disciples of noble actions. Together, they interconnect not just countries, but their peoples as friends and families. 

A WARRIOR GODDESS, with eyebrows permanently on fleek.

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