وَإِذَا سَأَلَكَ عِبَادِي عَنِّي فَإِنِّي قَرِيبٌ ۖ أُجِيبُ دَعْوَةَ ٱلدَّاعِ إِذَا دَعَانِ ۖ فَلۡيَسۡتَجِيبُواْ لِي وَلۡيُؤۡمِنُواْ بِي لَعَلَّهُمۡ يَرۡشُدُونَ

And when My servants ask you, concerning Me — indeed I am near. I respond to the invocation of the supplicant when he calls upon Me. So let them respond to Me [by obedience] and believe in Me that they may be [rightly] guided.”

(Surah al-Baqarah, 2:186)

Let this space remind your soul:
You are never calling into an empty sky.
You are never unheard, never unseen.
Every breath, every longing, every whispered prayer —
is carried to the One who is nearer to you than your own self.

You are received in quiet gladness

I warmly invite you to the YouTube Parlour – a space of gentle conversation, soft musings, and quiet treasures for the soul.

There, you shall find not mere videos, but tender moments of presence, crafted with care for hearts that seek sincerity over noise.

Pray, join me where thought and grace are softly poured.

Enter the YouTube Parlour

Ayah & Atom is no mere boutique

it is a chamber where adornments, frequencies, and faith gently intertwine.


Here, each creation carries not only a whisper of knowledge, but a glimmer of remembrance and the tender pulse of sincerity.


In this space, you shall discover not mere beauty crafted by hand, but meaning shaped by heart — a meeting of Islam, energy, respect, and love, delicately woven into every offering.


Step softly, dear Lady, for you stand at the threshold of a realm where presence is an art, and where every piece awaits to grace you in both soul and form.

  • It is no grand hall, but a modest parlour of glimpses —

    where fragments of thought, tender crafts, and gentle rebellion rest side by side.

    Should you wish to follow the thread spun through sincerity and grace,

    step through to where the door quietly opens —

    and find me where each moment is softly shared.

What guides my hand

I do not craft by trend, nor shape by demand.

I shape presence — whether in words, in adornments, in quiet spaces or gentle sounds.

I listen more deeply than I speak. I linger longer than I reveal.

I believe beauty is not to persuade, but to remain — like a soft echo upon the soul.

Each creation, each offering, is but a tender invocation, a gesture of remembrance, an invitation not to impress, but to abide.

Where meaning is cherished over noise, and simplicity bears the quiet weight of sincerity.

Abide.

Yours,

Lady Alchemist