I did not ask to be chosen. I did not seek out the burden of sacredness or the weight of unseen war. But in the silence between battles and the spaces between breath, something called my name—and it was not a whisper. It was thunder.It came at night, as these things always do. When the world is quiet and the lies no longer hold. I was not sleepin

I Stand Unbroken: A Tale of SurvivalI have survived countless attacks—both spiritual and physical—when the odds seemed impossibly stacked against me. Yet here I stand, unshaken, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit. There were times, even as the storms raged and the night grew dark, when I felt the weight of it all, when the blows