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Rain lashed against my window at 2 AM, the kind of storm that makes the world feel hollow. I’d been staring at the ceiling for hours, grief clawing at my throat after Mom’s diagnosis. Prayer felt like shouting into a void—until my thumb brushed the cracked screen of my phone. ImbaImba’s icon glowed like a beacon in the dark. That simple tap didn’t just open an app; it tore open a dam.

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