The sun shone softly over the city, spreading golden light on tall glass buildings. Cars moved like small toys on busy roads, and cool wind brushed the trees.
A silver Lamborghini stopped in front of a tall building with big glass doors. The door opened slowly.
A young woman stepped out. She was Amna, twenty-five years old. She wore a beautiful black abaya flowing around her feet. A soft scarf covered her hair, leaving only her bright eyes shining with confidence.
She held a black leather bag close to her chest. Inside were important papers for a meeting. She took a deep breath, whispered "Bismillah," and started walking toward the entrance.
Suddenly, two black SUVs came fast and stopped with a loud screech.
The city noises seemed to stop.
Men wearing black clothes and masks jumped out.
"Don't move!" one shouted roughly.
Amna turned quickly, shock on her face. She tried to step back, but strong hands grabbed her arms. Her bag fell to the ground. Papers flew everywhere like white birds.
"Let me go!" Amna cried, fear trembling in her voice.
One kidnapper stared at her face and said, "Finally, we have you, Ayesha."
Amna struggled and shouted, "I'm not Ayesha—I'm Amna!"
But they didn't listen.
From across the street came the sound of fast footsteps.
Another young woman came running. She wore a black abaya like Amna, and a scarf covered her hair. Her eyes shone with anger and courage.
She looked exactly like Amna.
She was Ayesha.
"Leave my sister alone!" Ayesha shouted.
The kidnappers stared in shock.
"What is this? Two of them?" one whispered.
Before they could move, Ayesha rushed forward. She pushed one kidnapper away and helped Amna pull free.
Amna stood beside Ayesha. The two sisters held each other's hands tightly.
Then, suddenly—
A loud gunshot broke the silence like thunder.
People screamed. Cars honked. Birds flew away.
But no one could see where the bullet went… or who was hurt.
The scene quickly changed.
Inside a hospital, a doctor stepped out of an operation room. His face was tired but smiling.
He looked at a man waiting outside and said softly,
"Congratulations, sir. You have twin girls."
The man's eyes filled with tears. He whispered,
"Thanks be to Allah."
And so began the story of Ayesha and Amna—two hearts forever joined by Allah's plan.