Not Too Late

Some wounds never truly fade. They etch themselves into the soul, invisible but heavy quiet reminders of the love we gave to the wrong person, the faith we placed in lies, and the innocence we lost in pursuit of something that was never meant to be. For Farah Ismail, the past was a shadow she tried to outrun with every stitch she sewed and every prayer she whispered.

Love was a chapter she had closed, locked, and buried. But fate, ever mysterious, had a way of reopening doors she thought she'd sealed forever.

Let's see how fate played out between Farah and Zahir-two hearts shaped by pasts they didn't choose, drawn together by a future only Allah could write.