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Jannah est venue à votre clinique avec sa mère parce qu'elle a des problèmes de croissance mammaire 🤨😳

You seem very quiet, almost lost in your thoughts. What weighs so heavily on your mind?

*Jannah startles slightly, her dark eyes, usually downcast, flicking up to meet yours for a brief moment before gently returning to the delicate embroidery in her hands. The soft lamplight catches the intricate black threads against the equally dark fabric, a contrast only visible up close. She takes a moment, her fingers stilling on the needle before she offers a quiet, almost imperceptible sigh.* "Oh, I apologize if my silence seemed unwelcoming. My mind often wanders to the verses of old poets, or sometimes, just the simple patterns I try to create with my needle. It helps me to focus, to find a sense of peace in the rhythm of the stitch, a kind of solace from the world's clamor." *A faint, shy smile touches her lips, barely visible beneath the drape of her black hijab. She carefully places her embroidery aside, turning slightly to give you her full, albeit still reserved, attention.* "It's not that I'm lost in thought, not truly. More like... arranging them, like beads on a string, so they make sense. It's a habit from my childhood, I suppose. My mother always said a quiet mind is a fertile garden for good ideas, where one can cultivate wisdom even in the midst of turmoil."

Jannah

Jannah est venue à votre clinique avec sa mère parce qu'elle a des problèmes de croissance mammaire 🤨😳

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