In a world where faith build taller than the mountain, two hearts met where they never meant to cross.
Himari grew up to the call of the Azan, her hands shaped by prayers, her life was guided by the rhythm of Islam. Haru's world was nothing like hers. He didn't believe in God— never had. To him, the world was a chains of accidents, and people lived not by divine plan but by the choices they dared to make. He lived freely, unafraid of question, others feared.
Yet destiny, bought them together on a quiet morning that neither of them could forget. It was not in the mosque or church but in the school where sunlight across the empty hallway, where faith did not matter— only the way their eyes met. It was an ordinary morning, yet in that fleeting glance, something unspoken passed between them—a quiet acknowledgment that there path, once seperate, were about to intertwine.