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Shuaibu Muhammed Jawad

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“Every great journey begins with one bold step. Don’t wait for the perfect moment — create it.” “You have what it takes. Even when no one sees the work, keep building. Your time is coming.” “Success doesn’t rush. The seed you plant today will feed you tomorrow. Stay patient. Stay focused.” “You weren’t born to blend in. You were made to rise, to lead, to inspire. Walk in your power.” “Discipline is greater than motivation. Show up on the days you don’t feel like it. That’s where greatness grows.” “Stop doubting your potential. You are already equipped with everything you need to win.” “When it gets tough, don’t quit. That struggle is shaping you into someone unstoppable.” “The difference between ordinary and extraordinary is just a little ‘extra’. Give more, grow more.” “Don’t compare your chapter 1 to someone else’s chapter 10. Focus on your lane. Own your pace.”
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The Crow and the Dead Girl. In a forgotten village where fog never lifted and trees whispered secrets, a crow flew each morning to a lonely grave at the edge of the woods. The grave belonged to a girl no one remembered—except the crow. They said she had wandered into the forest one cold evening, following the sound of her mother’s voice. But her mother had died years before. Only the wind spoke that day, and the girl never returned. Her body was found weeks later, eyes open, lips parted like she was still listening. The villagers buried her quietly. No family. No name. But the crow came. First just once. Then every day. It brought small things—shiny buttons, red berries, even a torn ribbon. Some said it was her soul, trapped in feathers. Others believed it was the only creature that had loved her. One night, a boy dared to wait by the grave. He watched the crow land, tap on the headstone, and caw three times. The earth shifted. The next morning, the grave was empty. Only a black feather remained.
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