Sidratul Muntaha - Lote tree in the furthest boundary (ON HOLD)

Prologue

بِسْــــــــمِ اٌللَّهِ اٌلرَّحْمَنِ اٌلرَّحِيْـــــــــمِ🍁

"Why didn't you take my hand?" Mahadi asked, with a disappointed tone?

"Why does it matter?" I asked, being uncomfortable.

"It does..I mean I wanted to help you and why hamza not me?" He said almost mumbling the last part, scratching his left ear which has a beautiful silver platinum earring.

I noticed the tip of his ears getting red, is he being shy/timid?

"Jazakallah khair for the offer but I would have still taken his hand even if there's someone else besides you." I said, now looking at the sea before us.

"Why though?" He asked, irritation laced in his voice.

"Cause he is my cousin, my brother. I know him but you are a stranger whom I just met yesterday." I said, with a thick tone.

"Not for long.." I hear him whispering.

"Ji? (yes?)" I asked, confused.

"Nothing...sidratul." He said, his smile widened as he took his leave.

Ya Allah! why does my name sound so different?

Mahadi Mustafa Mir, A young smart, simple but a naughty boy. Without any past of women in his life met the simplest girl of his dream Sidratul Usman Ali and fell in love with her. But sidratul is stubborn to get attached so easily to someone, her past or present aren't in her favour yet Mahadi isn't willing to give up on her, will she accept his love for her? or He will be heartbroken?
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She sat next to him, dressed in a pastel sky blue dressed intricated with zardouzi work and golden laces. Her hand simply adorned in the beautiful shade of henna. She is happy, finally she is getting engaged to her lifetime crush.

Hamza felt her nervousness, clearing his throat he smiled at her.

"Haath pakadlo sidra mera..(Hold my hand sidra..)" He whispered in her ear, the tiny hairs on her nape raised as the goosebumps appeared.

She trembled, her cheeks tinted with crimson colour and she slowly circled her hands around his left one. She is beautiful but most important thing is that she is pure, pious. A girl hamza thinks he never deserves cause he had broke his beloved nishaal's heart in this process of making his parents happy.

Will he ever be in love with sidratul?

Hamza Isaaq, A 25 year old smart yet silly boy. He fall in love with his cousin's friend nishaal, dreaming of a better future with her. But what will happen when his father knot his ties with his cousin, will he be able to forget nishaal and fall for sidratul? or will he leave her destroyed and humiliated?

Let us walk along in the journey of Sidratul, Mahadi and Hamza's life, to reveal the reality of love, longing and betrayal.

Inshallah Coming soon...