I remember you told me once,"If you notice the sun," with your gazed fixed at the sky. "you can actually feel the relationship, the thing that we have between us". You pointed to the sky, "Can you see the sun-rays emerging from the clouds making its way up? Higher and higher". I nodded but you didn't see as you continued. "Can you see the sky light up in a perfect blend of orange, pink, blue and red colors?" You turned towards me and I nodded in approval. You smiled and intertwined my fingers with yours as you spoke,"That's how you came into my life making your way, filling it with happy colors. I related to the sun for the warmth you brought along with you. And just like the sun-rays reaches to a point beyond forever, our relationship, the thing that we have between us, is also a thing, beyond forever.
A/N: Hello and welcome everyone, Thank you so much for choosing to read this book and those willing to re-read this new version, thank you so much for the love and support Yazan and Zukroof had been given throughout the course of time. I wrote this story because there were certain things that I wanted to let people know. I wanted to reach out to the teenagers about the beautiful Islam we have in a way that would appeal to them. I wrote this story because I know and I strongly believe a story like mine have not been written and I was 18 when I first wrote it. It was my first ever story. Lots of plot holes and mistakes but I am going to rewrite it. Fresh and new. So that people who have read it already go through it again in a more realistic way. I always get asked about how much I relate to the protagonist of this story. It's something special to me as in it's my first story and they are some chapters that are highly relatable to me but still everything is purely fictional
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A Thing, Beyond Forever
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