NusaibaMTukur
This is not a love story.
This is the story of Ruqayya-a girl who loved with a heart so pure, it bruised silently for 1,277 days. She loved Hashim in whispers, in tahajjud, and in the unseen tears of sujood. Her love was patient. Stubborn. Sincere. Like a dua that never stopped.
But this journey wasn't blessed with a fairytale ending. Instead, it led her to heartbreak so deep, it silenced the joyful teen she once was, replacing her with a girl who had to rebuild herself from the ashes of betrayal.
When love turned into longing, and longing into pain, she didn't retaliate with rage-but with a quiet vengeance only a wounded woman can understand.
After more than three years of holding back, of hope, of prioritizing the unprioritizable, Ruqayya finally lets go not of love, but of illusion. She vanishes, not to escape, but to find herself again. To pray not from hate, but from pain:
"May his daughter be treated as he treated me."
This is a story of grief and growth. Of how a girl can break, beg Allah for justice, and still rise.