Mariah Coz

The architect of digital empires.

Since 2015, Mariah’s work has ignited my belief that you can build freedom from your laptop—with precision, passion, and soul.
She taught me that feminine leadership can be powerful, profitable, and deeply transformative.

I discovered her at the beginning of both our journeys—
hers as a pioneer in online courses, mine as a student of branding, social media, and digital autonomy.

Through her teachings, I learned the architecture of online empires:
ecosystems that feel effortless, automated, and deeply aligned.
She showed me how to lead with value, market with integrity, and make money by being in service.

Long before online courses became an industry, she was the example—
always ahead, always expanding, always rooted in authenticity.

Now, even women I once looked up to—like Sophia Amoruso—are students of hers.
That’s a full circle moment.
A reminder that I’ve always known how to choose aligned mentorship.

I’ve been learning from her for a decade.
And that kind of devotion only lasts when someone lives what they teach—
in every season, with every step.

Afnan Khalifa

The woman who reminded me I could rise again.

I met Afnan in a season of healing.
Her presence held space for my resurrection.
She taught me that starting over can be sacred—
and that spiritual alignment is the foundation of true wealth.

In 2021, I was quietly unraveling—grieving, numb, disconnected from my why.
I had lost my spark.
My sense of purpose.
My will to dream.

One day, scrolling Facebook in silence, I stumbled across a video of Afnan—
a friend from high school had shared her story.
As Afnan spoke, I heard the same words I used to say when I was eighteen.
It wasn’t coincidence.
It was remembrance.

She moved with clarity, with faith, with ambition.
Her energy mirrored the woman I used to be—
and the woman I still was.

By the summer of 2023, I joined her and partnered in a financial education platform—
fulfilling a dream I had carried since I was nineteen:
to learn trading, investing, and mastering money with intention and wisdom.

Afnan didn’t just inspire me.
She reignited me.

Her leadership is grounded in devotion.
Her presence reminds women what’s possible—
when purpose meets power.
When ambition is anointed by faith.

And sometimes, the women we need most
are the ones who speak the language of our future self—
long before we are ready to hear it.

Mama Lily

The original muse.

My grandmother.
My guardian.
My guide.

While my parents worked, she raised me in beauty, in discipline, and in warmth.
She taught me reverence—through presence, through patience, through the quiet poetry of how she lived.

Her spirit lives in everything I create.

She was a dressmaker, a seamstress, a businesswoman, and the most graceful homemaker I’ve ever known.
She carried the spirit of a Proverbs 31 woman—strong in voice, soft in heart, unwavering in integrity.

She taught by example:
how to sow with intention,
how to speak with grace,
how to serve with dignity,
and how to lead with quiet, undeniable power.

She let me be free.
She would let me wear gowns at home, dance barefoot in the living room, and feel beautiful—simply because I existed.
She taught me that class isn’t about status.
It’s about character.
That softness and strength can live, fully and fiercely, in the same woman.

I am honored—blessed—to be her granddaughter.
To be raised by her, loved by her, shaped by her.

Everything I am as a woman is rooted in the legacy of Mama Lily.

My Mother

My first mirror of strength and style.

A fashion stylist at heart and a provider by nature,
she taught me how to lead with grace, create with vision, and provide with power.

Her footsteps shaped my discipline.
Her essence shaped my elegance.

She led by example—
as a breadwinner, a nurturer, and a woman of unshakable dignity.

I was raised in a matriarchal line of strength, softness, and reverence.
Her sisters embodied grace, good manners, and steadfast love.
Mama Nic Nic, gentle and slow to anger, lived love the way scripture describes it.

Through them, and especially through her,
I learned resilience—
the kind that rises after loss,
works without complaint,
and bows its head without ever bowing its worth.

She taught me how to treat others—
with kindness, presence, and honor,
no matter their title.

Even though I grew up supported well by my own nanny and driver,
I was taught to lead with humility—
to honor those who supported me,
to treat every soul with dignity.

I grew up comfortable, but never entitled.
Loved deeply, but taught to love others just the same.

I am who I am because I was raised by women who embodied everything I now strive to become.
And my mother—
she was the first.