4

The Girl with the Hazel Eyes

Weeks passed quietly after they returned to Busan.

Sometimes, Ana liked to sit on the rooftop of the orphanage. The view wasn’t grand — just a sea of small houses, distant lights, and a sky full of clouds — but for her, it was freedom.

That evening, Saba joined her, sitting beside her sister as the wind tangled their hair.

Ana turned to her softly. “Saba… tell me about our parents.”

Saba looked at her, eyes wide. “Ana, your memory really is gone, huh?”

Ana stayed silent, waiting.

Saba sighed. “We belong to a rich family, Ana. But… our mom and dad never wanted daughters. They said girls bring shame, and they sent us to the orphanage when we were small.” Her voice trembled slightly.

Then she looked down at her hands. “We even had two elder brothers. But I think… they forgot about us.”

Ana’s chest tightened. She turned her gaze to the horizon, whispering softly, “SubhanAllah… maybe this life is my test.”

The next morning, Mrs. Park took Ana to a new school.

Ana walked through the gates nervously, her head lowered, scarf neatly tied around her neck. She could feel everyone’s eyes on her — whispers, gasps, and curious stares.

The teacher smiled warmly.

“Class, meet our new student — Kim Ana.”

Ana bowed politely. Her long black hair shimmered in the light, and her hazel-green eyes caught the sun like glass. For a moment, the room fell silent — she looked like an angel who didn’t belong to this world.

She quietly sat at the last bench, her gaze fixed on her notebook, saying nothing.

At lunchtime, the canteen buzzed with laughter. Groups of friends chatted loudly, music playing from someone’s phone. But in one corner, Ana sat alone, slowly eating her sandwich.

Then, a boy walked in — playful, bright eyes, that same bunny smile that lit up the room.

He was about to join his friends when his eyes fell on her.

He froze.

It was Jungkook.

He stared for a moment, as if the world had stopped spinning. Her calm face, her quiet eyes — something about her pulled him in instantly. But when she looked up, she simply nodded politely and went back to eating.

From that day onward, Jungkook found his gaze drawn to her — in class, in the hallway, on the field. She was quiet, distant, yet brilliant. Always on top of her exams. Always kind but guarded.

He didn’t know her story, but he knew one thing — she wasn’t like anyone else.

Six months later, the classroom felt empty without him. Jungkook had been selected to go to Seoul — to train as an idol. The dream he had always talked about was finally becoming real.

The day he left, Ana watched from afar — through the classroom window — as the bus drove away.

A small smile touched her lips.

“Alhamdulillah… Allah’s plans are beautiful.”

She didn’t cry. She just whispered in her heart,

“Maybe this is how it’s meant to begin.”

The Quiet Star

The soft afternoon light filtered through the classroom windows.

Ana sat at her desk, her posture straight, eyes calm as she flipped through an English novel. Her handwriting was neat, every word underlined carefully — she loved learning, especially languages.

Her teacher stopped beside her, watching for a moment, then smiled.

“Ana, you speak English very fluently. Better than most students your age.”

Ana looked up politely, her tone gentle. “Thank you, sir.”

There was no pride in her voice, only quiet gratitude.

In school, many students admired her — some for her beauty, some for her intelligence. A few boys tried to start conversations, complimenting her or offering to help with classwork.

But Ana always kept her distance.

She spoke softly, smiled faintly, and walked away.

She had learned from her first life — not everyone who smiles is a friend.

She didn’t want attention or friendship. She only wanted peace.

Her only real bond was Saba.

Saba, with her loud laughter and endless energy, was the complete opposite.

She often got into small troubles — sneaking food from the kitchen, being late to class, arguing with Mrs. Park.

And every time, it was Ana who stood up for her.

“Mrs. Park, it was my fault, not Saba’s,” she would say gently, saving her sister from punishment again and again.

Saba would pout and whisper, “Ana, you’re my angel. But you need to think about yourself too.”

Ana just smiled, touching her sister’s cheek.

“I promised Allah to protect you. In every life.”

And with that, the sisters went on — two orphans in a world that didn’t understand them, walking side by side, carrying both their past pain and future hope.

The Dream Begins

Years passed like pages in a storybook.

Ana had grown into a quiet, graceful teenager — her beauty striking, her voice soft yet full of power. She was now 15, and her heart carried both wisdom and fire.

One evening in 2014, she sat in the small living room of the orphanage, watching television. The screen flickered with bright lights, music, and cheers — it was BTS, performing their early debut stages.

Ana sat forward, eyes shining. She recognized him instantly — the boy with the bunny smile, the same eyes she had met years ago in the supermarket and the school.

Jungkook.

Her heart whispered, SubhanAllah... he really did it.

As she watched, tears filled her eyes — not of sadness, but gratitude.

She smiled softly, murmuring,

“Ya Allah, You’re showing me my dua becoming real. But this time… You’ve written a bigger story.”

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The next morning, Ana went to find Mrs. Park. She stood politely, her voice steady but hopeful.

“Mrs. Park, I… I want to give an audition for an idol company. Please give me permission.”

Mrs. Park stared at her, surprised. “An audition? You? You’re such a shy girl!”

Ana smiled faintly. “I may be quiet, but my heart sings. Please, let me try once.”

Mrs. Park looked into her determined eyes and finally sighed.

“Alright, Ana. You can go. But take Saba with you.”

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The next week, under a bright Seoul-like sun, Ana and Saba stood outside a small building in Busan, where auditions were being held.

Both were nervous — hands trembling, hearts pounding — but they held each other’s hands tightly.

“We’ll do this together, right?” Saba whispered.

Ana nodded. “Always.”

When it was their turn, they stepped on stage.

The lights were bright, the judges’ faces serious.

Ana took a deep breath — then sang. Her voice floated like silk, strong and soulful. Saba joined in, her dance full of energy and heart.

When they finished, the hall went silent for a moment… and then the judges clapped.

One of them smiled. “You two… are special. You’re both selected for the next round — in Seoul.”

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A few weeks later, they stood in a large hall in Seoul, surrounded by banners of the biggest companies in Korea: YG, SM, JYP, and BigHit.

Each company representative sat in front, ready to choose new trainees.

Ana and Saba performed again — singing, dancing, smiling through their nerves.

And when the music stopped, something incredible happened.

All four companies wanted them.

But Ana already knew her heart’s answer.

Her eyes drifted to the BigHit table, where the name “BTS” glowed faintly behind the logo.

She smiled, whispering quietly,

“This is where I belong. This is the place Allah chose for me.”

And with a calm, steady voice, she said,

“We choose BigHit.”

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That day, Ana felt it — the start of something written by destiny itself.

Her dua, her faith, her pain — everything had led her here.

This time, she wouldn’t just dream about standing beside him.

This time, she was walking toward it.

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