My name is Raad, which means thunder in Arabic.
For most of my life, I knew only the racing and breeding farm. The track was my world - hard ground, gates that snapped open, and the endless chase of something I could never catch. I ran because I had to, not because I wanted to.
When I wasn’t running, I was kept for breeding, my worth measured only in what I could give, never in who I was.
But that life is behind me now. Today I am
discovering what freedom feels like. I rest on blankets instead of concrete, I walk on soft grass, and I am learning that hands can bring comfort, not commands. I carry myself with quiet strength - elegant, gentle, and noble.
Sometimes the old fears linger, but every day I find more courage.
I am waiting for a forever home. If you open your heart to me, I will walk beside you with loyalty and grace, not because I must, but because I finally can.