[Scene: University library. Alvira is seated with Zaina and Yasmine, working on a group presentation. The topic is "Influence and Identity in the Modern World."]
Zaina:
"Alvira, you seriously write like you're publishing a memoir."
Yasmine:
"Yeah! Your points on influence and silent admiration… hits deep."
Alvira (smiling faintly):
"Maybe I'm just speaking from the heart."
[She flips her notebook closed. A folded paper falls from between the pages—an old fan letter. She quickly hides it.]
[Scene: Flashback — Two years ago, her room in India. A younger Alvira scribbles in the same paper: "May you find Allah someday. I won't ever send this, but I'll pray it reaches your soul anyway." She kisses the paper and tucks it away.]
[Scene: Present day, university masjid. Friday afternoon.]
Alvira (thinking during khutbah):
"Ya Allah, I still don't ask for him to be mine. I ask You to let him find You. If ever he's meant to be a part of my story, write it in a way that pleases You."
[Her eyes flutter shut, holding back tears. A deep calm follows.]
[Scene: Evening in the hostel common room. Zaina is scrolling social media, gasps aloud.]
Zaina:
"GUYS… he's in this city. Look!"
[Alvira looks over. A blurry paparazzi shot of him at the local book café.]
Yasmine:
"Wait... isn't that right near the street you take for your part-time job?"
Alvira's heart skips a beat.
She looks away quickly, controlling the storm inside.
Alvira:
"Let's not talk about it. It's just a coincidence."
Narration (her thoughts):
"Or maybe... it's the wind turning toward a prayer long whispered in sajda."
[Scene: A small, quiet bookstore café. Next day. Alvira walks in during her break to pick up a book for her coursework. The shop is nearly empty.]
[A man stands at the counter, back turned, browsing a copy of "The Soul's Journey."]
[Alvira walks past, the door chime jingling. He turns slightly.]
His face is partially masked, cap low. But she knows. Her soul knows.
She freezes in place.
Narration (Alvira):
"Ya Allah, is this real? Or is this another test of patience?"
[She quickly lowers her gaze, pretends not to notice, heart thudding. He glances her way, just briefly.]
But nothing happens. No recognition. No cosmic spark. Just... silence.
[She pays for the book and leaves quietly.]
[Scene: That night. Dorm room. Alvira sits on her bed, staring at the book she bought.]
Zaina (video calling):
"So? You didn't say anything?! Not even 'Hi'?!"
Alvira (smiling softly):
"Why would I? He doesn't know me. And if Allah wants us to meet again… it'll be different. Not like this."
Yasmine (on the call too):
"You've changed, Alvira. The old you would've at least dropped a note."
Alvira:
"The old me was chasing a dream. The new me is waiting for what's written."
[Scene: Final scene. A wide shot of the same café. The man—him—sits reading a book on comparative religion. The title: "Understanding Islam."
He looks out the window, thoughtful.]
He whispers in Korean (subtitled):
> "I don't know what I'm looking for. But I think I felt something today."
[He looks down. A faint smile appears.]
Narration (Alvira's voice-over):
"When dua sleeps, destiny wakes. And what is meant for you… will walk to you, even if it's from oceans away."
To Be Continued.....