I am with #Pakistan ONLY. I do not support any party. It is my duty to defend #Pakistan till my last breath.I shall never surrender.I have & I will undertake all actions what so ever to safeguard the interests of my motherland #Pakistan anywhere on this planet.
#PakistanZindabad
لعناتك واتهاماتك لا قيمة لها،خصوصًا وهي صادرة عن كاذبٍ ومنافقٍ مثلك.أمثالُك لا يملكون أيَّ حُجّةٍ يقفون عليها، ولا يحقّ لهم أن يلعنوا الآخرين وهم غارقون في النفاق والكذب وسوء الخُلُق. قبل أن تدين غيرك،انظر إلى أفعالك أولًا؛ فأنت من الذين ينطبق عليهم وصف أَسْفَلِ السَّافِلِينَ
The first sign came without warning. Though she had previously conceived, Tihya began producing milk. Doctors searched for disease. Elders spoke of miracles. The ancient courts called it the “Tide’s Mark” , a rare sign that the gateway had entered a new phase.
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The gateway’s effects no longer stayed hidden beneath Tihya’s skin. Her body began changing in ways no physician could explain. Every test returned the same answer: human. Every symptom whispered otherwise.
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Tihya realized the ancient beings were no longer merely visiting Earth. Through her, they were learning to feel the human world again. Joy. Lust. Hope. Regret. She had become the bridge they had sought for millennia.
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Across the sea, something older than the djinn stirred beneath the tides. It had watched kingdoms rise and vanish. And after centuries of waiting, it finally spoke :
“Burden carrying blessed one"
The sea fell silent.
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Then the impossible happened. The gateway answered Tihya instead of the ancient courts. For the first time, the power chose its own direction… and every faction realized they had lost control of the force they had cultivated.
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Tihya stopped asking whether the voices were real. The frightening question became this: if the whispers fell silent, would there be enough of her left to recognize the silence?
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Every ancient court wanted the gateway open , but for different reasons. The luminous courts spoke of balance. The shadow courts spoke of freedom. Tihya noticed neither spoke of what she wanted.
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The gateway leaked more than power. It leaked presence. Wherever Tihya lingered, compasses drifted, old shrines awakened, and forgotten creatures gathered just beyond sight, sensing that the barrier between worlds had grown dangerously thin.
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Her reflection began changing. Some mornings she looked entirely human. Other mornings her eyes held impossible colors for a heartbeat before returning to normal. Mirrors became less trustworthy than shadows.
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Sleep became dangerous. She dreamed in languages that no living nation remembered. At dawn, she woke with salt on her skin and memories of places she had never walked, as though someone else’s centuries had become part of her own.
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The gateway inside Tihya refused to rest. It no longer opened only when ancient beings called. It pulsed with every tide, every storm, every forgotten name whispered across the sea, as if another world had learned her heartbeat.
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The whispers stopped asking for permission. And Tihya stopped asking where they came from and provided . She became free use provider as she was more focused into the release rather than energy gateway.This had repercussions coming which she was blinded from.
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