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In the heart of Birmingham, where the call from the masjid drifts through narrow streets and warm evening air, a girl named Mahrosh grows up with quiet eyes that see more than they should and a heart that beats just a little too fast for reasons she does not yet understand. She has known Faris Jameel since childhood - the boy who always stood apart, calm and distant, watching the world in silence while she and his sister filled it with laughter and chatter. Over the years, her small, childish crush begins to change, deepening into something she cannot name, something that follows her through Qur'an classes at the masjid and long evenings in the community hall, where faith and familiarity blend into something tender. Faris grows older, taller, quieter, and she learns that love can be gentle and aching all at once. Theirs is not a story of declarations or dramatic turns, but of moments that linger - glances that last too long, prayers whispered under the same roof, and the quiet, unspoken bond that time and faith keep weaving between them.