Made in Pakistan

The Night I Chose Myself The night was heavy, stitched together with silence and doubt. I wandered aimlessly under its weight, each step carrying the burden of years spent bending to the will of a job that had once felt like a blessing but now clung to me like a cage. Fear was my companion that evening — not of the dark around me, but of the darkness within. Fear that if I dared to move, dared to dream differently, I would lose everything I had built, everything I had known. Safety, they say, is the sweetest poison. I had drunk deeply from it. But somewhere between one lost thought and the next, a strange clarity came. I realized: the walls I feared were not built by my employers, but by my own hands. Fear was not a jailer — it was a mirror. And what stared back was not the truth of my limits, but the story I had been telling myself for far too long. So, trembling but determined, I took the first step not toward safety, but toward uncertainty — and freedom. I dared to imagine a world shaped by my own colors, my own voice. I named it FERMETE — a name that, to me, whispered of strength, resilience, and the beauty of becoming. It was more than a brand; it was a vow to never let fear be my master again. Now, FERMETE breathes in the world, alive with all the hopes I once thought too dangerous to hold. And I smile knowing: the greatest leap is not away from the dark, but through it — carrying a light only you can kindle.