Mariam’s unexpected beauty was a captivating surprise, unfolding like a rare and exquisite treasure.
Not just in the soft curve of her smile or the sparkle in her eyes, but in the way she carried herself with a grace that seemed to whisper untold secrets.
Every expression, every nuance of hers suggested a story waiting to be revealed, a story of endurance and hidden depth.
Her presence, like a gentle breeze on a summer day, was both comforting and refreshing.
Mariam’s beauty was not loud or ostentatious; it was a delicate melody that lingered in the air long after her death, stirring hearts and lifting spirits.