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  (It was late at night, exactly 9:43 PM.) (The gigantic iron gate slowly slides open as Hannah’s black luxury car speeds into the compound. The headlights cut through the silence of the dark mansion like sharp blades. The atmosphere around the estate feels cold and lifeless despite its breathtaking beauty.) (Hannah drives straight toward the front of the massive mansion, the tires rolling smoothly against the polished driveway.) (The moment the car stops, one of the drivers rushes forward respectfully and opens the door for her.) (Hannah steps out elegantly, exhaustion written all over her face. A silk scarf covers part of her hair and face, hiding her identity from public eyes.) Driver: Good evening, ma’am. Hannah: (hands him the keys) Park it properly. Driver: Yes, ma’am. (She removes the scarf while walking toward the mansion.) (Her long hair falls freely over her shoulders, slightly messy from the stressful day she has had.) (The grand entrance doors suddenly open before she r...

 Nigeria, Abuja (Asokoro) Zaydan Holding, Second Branch Vice Chairman’s Office (The vice chairman’s office is spacious and luxurious, designed with floor to ceiling glass walls that overlook the beautiful cityscape of Abuja. The early morning sunlight reflects against the polished marble floor, giving the room a soft golden glow. A large mahogany desk sits at the center, neatly arranged with files, a sleek laptop, and a gold plated name tag.) (Ridwan sits behind the desk, dressed in a crisp tailored suit, his white and black Muslim cap resting perfectly on his head. His expression is calm yet stern as he flips through a stack of files with focused attention.) Ridwan: (busy going through some files) Hmm… interesting… (his phone begins to ring. He glances at the screen and notices it is a private number. His brows narrow slightly before he dismisses the call and returns to reading) (There is a gentle knock at the glass door.) Omotosho: (standing respectfully by the entrance) Can I, s...

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How to Stay True to Yourself We live in a world where everything is online. From the moment you wake up, your phone becomes your window to the world — Instagram, TikTok, Snapchat. You scroll, you watch, you compare. And before you even realize it, a quiet pressure begins to build inside you. “Why don’t I look like that?” “Why is everyone living a better life than me?” “Am I too ‘Islamic’ to fit in?” For many Muslim teens, social media isn’t just entertainment anymore — it’s a battlefield between identity and pressure. This article is here to help you stay grounded in your Islamic identity while navigating the digital world without losing yourself. 1. The Pressure Is Real — And It’s Constant Social media creates a perfect illusion: Perfect bodies Perfect lifestyles Perfect relationships Perfect confidence But what you’re seeing is filtered reality, not real life. Behind every “perfect post” is: Editing Retakes Insecurities Private struggles Yet your mind compares your real life to someo...

LUXORA GROUP (U.S.A) (A towering glass skyscraper pierces the sky, its surface reflecting sunlight like a blade. Inside, the building breathes power heels clicking on marble floors, elevators sliding open and shut, voices low but urgent. Every movement carries purpose.) HANNAH’S OFFICE — DAY (The office is massive, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city. The air smells faintly of expensive perfume and polished wood. Everything is perfectly arranged, untouched, controlled.) (HANNAH sits behind her desk, posture straight, fingers moving swiftly across her laptop while a phone rests between her ear and shoulder. Her voice is calm, calculated. PAULA stands opposite her, flipping through files, occasionally glancing at her tablet.) (Then) BANG! (The door flies open so hard it slams against the wall.) (HANNAH’s fingers pause mid-typing. Her eyes lift slowly, sharp, cutting.) (SOPHIA storms in, her heels striking the floor aggressively, her chest rising and falling with anger.) Sofia: ...