[Scene: Alvira's Room – A Rainy Evening]
The rain tapped gently on her window, and her room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of her study lamp.
She sat on the floor, cross-legged, with a box of old journals, ticket stubs, concert flyers, and folded letters.
All written to him.
All unsent.
She pulled out one from the bottom, dated three years ago.
> "Dear Taejun,
I know you'll never read this. But I talk to you more than anyone else.
Today I cried in my sujood again… praying you'll be guided.
That maybe one day you'll love Allah the way I do… and maybe in that, find me."
She smiled sadly, tracing the old ink with her fingers.
Alvira (softly):
"You found Him, Ilham. That was all I ever asked."
[Scene: Ilham's Apartment – Late Night]
He stood before his bookshelf, placing a new book: The Sealed Nectar. His Qur'an rested beside it.
His eyes lingered on a polaroid photo tucked into the shelf—a blurry picture taken during a fan meet long ago.
One face in the crowd.
Veiled. Eyes bright.
Was it her?
He could never be sure. But something had always drawn his gaze back to that picture.
Ilham (whispers):
"If I ever meet you… I hope you recognize who I've become."
[Scene: University – Library]
Alvira sat with Zaina and Ruhi, flipping through academic journals, preparing for her Master's thesis proposal.
The topic: "Impact of Mindfulness and Faith on Mental Health in Youth"
Ruhi:
"You sure you don't wanna do something technical? This is very… personal."
Alvira smiled.
Alvira:
"That's why. It's my journey too. Maybe someone like me will read it one day."
Zaina leaned in, smirking.
Zaina:
"You're becoming a whole inspiration, huh?"
Alvira (teasing):
"I was always poetic, you just noticed late."
[Scene: Ilham's Fanmail Inbox – Afternoon]
His team had resumed sorting fanmail after the backlash died down.
One staff member handed him a sealed envelope that stood out—no glitter, no perfume, no hearts.
Just his name in clean handwriting and a stamp from her country.
He stared at it.
There was no return address.
Just the words:
> "To Ilham – if you ever read this, then know you were my answered du'a."
He didn't open it yet. He placed it inside the Qur'an.
Some things deserved to wait.
[Scene: Alvira's Journal – Same Time]
She wrote again. Not to him. To herself.
> "You were never meant to just be his.
You were meant to become you.
He was never the goal—just the spark."
[Final Scene: Both of Them – Parallel]
Alvira knelt in prayer, her forehead resting on the mat, tears in her eyes.
Ilham stood in the mosque, hands raised in du'a, eyes closed, heart open.
And in two different corners of the city, the same words spilled:
"Ya Allah, if it's good for me, bring it closer. If not, remove it gently."
To Be Continued.....