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The fluorescent lights of Gardermoen Airport hummed like angry wasps as I stared at my watch, sweat prickling my collar. Sunset bled crimson through giant windows while my phone stubbornly displayed New York time. That's when the cold dread hit - Maghrib prayer was slipping through my fingers in this unfamiliar land. I frantically spun in circles, scanning departure boards as if they'd reveal the Qibla. My suitcase wheels squeaked in protest with every turn, echoing the panic tightening my chest

Rain lashed against my apartment windows as I scrolled through another dismal financial report. My savings were trapped in limbo - too sacred for speculative markets yet suffocating under inflation's chokehold. That gnawing guilt of idle capital kept me awake until 3 AM, fingertips tracing cold phone glass while ethical dilemmas warred with financial pragmatism. Then came Fatima's voice message: "Try the green app - it breathes life into dormant dirhams." Skepticism coiled in my gut like a viper

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Cold sweat glued my shirt to the chair as red numbers pulsed across three different brokerage apps. Earnings season had become a horror show overnight - my tech stocks were freefalling while I scrambled between tabs like a medic on a battlefield. My thumb hovered over the sell-all button when Zee Business' push notification sliced through the panic: Semiconductor Short Squeeze Imminent. That crimson alert was my lifeline.