[Scene: Alvira's University – Lecture Hall, Morning]
The air was heavy with midterm tension, yet Alvira's heart beat to a different rhythm. Every time she scrolled, she half-expected something—anything—from him. A new post. A word. A sign.
But there was silence.
Zaina (whispering):
"He hasn't posted since that last thing, has he?"
Alvira:
"No. Not a word."
Zaina:
"Do you think he's… studying?"
Alvira (softly smiling):
"Maybe. Or maybe he's just… being."
[Scene: His Apartment – Books, Qur'an, Silence]
He was immersed in reading. Pages underlined. Sticky notes stuck everywhere. His apartment looked less like an idol's pad and more like a spiritual seeker's sanctuary.
He'd stopped going live. He didn't party anymore. His manager thought he was just 'burnt out.'
But he wasn't tired.
He was finally awakening.
He found a podcast of an American Muslim revert, who spoke about how his soul felt light the day he finally submitted to Allah. He replayed that part thrice.
His Whisper:
"Will I feel that too?"
[Scene: Alvira's Room – Night, Soft Rain]
It had been weeks. And still, no news.
She stared at her locked folder—the one with his pictures, his interviews, that one blurry screenshot of their eyes locking. She hadn't opened it in days.
She didn't cry. Not like before.
Instead, she made wudhu, prayed Tahajjud, and sat in silence.
Hands raised. Heart steady.
Alvira's Dua (whispered):
"Ya Allah… if this silence is protection, I accept it. If it is preparation, give me patience. If it is a sign… help me read it."
[Scene: Masjid – His POV]
He was visiting the masjid again.
Not to convert.
Just to sit.
To breathe.
To feel.
The imam saw him and sat beside him with a smile. They spoke slowly, gently. He didn't feel judged. Just… seen.
Imam:
"Faith isn't something you rush into. It's something your heart remembers. And when it remembers, it rests."
He closed his eyes and let the words settle.
And in that stillness, he remembered her again.
The girl whose eyes didn't ask for attention but whispered peace.
[Scene: Campus Rooftop – Sunset]
Alvira stood, watching the horizon glow.
She wasn't waiting anymore.
She was trusting.
A gentle breeze brushed past her face. Somewhere deep in her, a whisper rose.
> "He's on a journey. And so are you. If your paths are meant to cross again—it won't be by chance. It will be by decree."
She closed her eyes and smiled.
[Scene: His Room – Later That Night]
The moonlight poured through his window. He sat with the Qur'an, his fingers gently tracing the Arabic letters. He couldn't read it yet, but he was learning.
His Journal Entry:
> "The more I read, the more I feel like I've been searching for this my whole life. There's a verse about light… Light upon light. That's what she was. A sign. A silence. A mirror of what I could become."
He didn't post online.
But in his silence, he was building something eternal.
To Be Continued....