My Tiny Spark.

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 My Tiny Spark.

 Words and Art - Fatema Shabbir Wahla.

 Daraja Sadesa.



    Find that spark that is only yours, and let no one put that tiny, yet magnificent flicker out before it has turned into a majestic flame. There’s a fire in everyone’s heart, do not be the one allowing extinguishers. Never dim your light for the sake of others. Let's keep thriving to make it brighter, for a time with ravaging winds, we need to join hands to save that feeble flickering candle flame.

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