Librería Samer Atenea
Librería Aciertas (Toledo)
Kálamo Books
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Librería Kolima (Madrid)
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'Aisha... will you... will you be my daughter?'With one trembling question, everything shattered.And everything began.Rishi has spent his whole life running, from the nightmares he refuses to speak about, from a father who broke him in ways no child should ever understand, and from a past that sits in his bones like an old wound that never healed. Sleep terrifies him. Silence bruises him. And the world keeps asking him to be okay when he has forgotten what 'okay' even feels like.Aisha doesn’t know what home means, not after being left at a gurudwara doorstep with nothing but a name and a heartbeat determined to hold on.Two strangers.Two wounds shaped by silence.One universe that refuses to keep them apart.This isn’t a love story.It’s a soul story, a tale of found family that dares to ask:What if the person who saves you... isn’t a partner, but a child who chooses you?A bond not born of blood, but of something older...something written between lifetimes...something the myth of Maisha once whispered into the world:'When the end grows near, the beginning calls.'Rishi begins a quiet, desperate mission, to find the parents Aisha lost, to give her the answers he never received.And Aisha, in her own gentle way, begins a mission of her own, to find the man buried beneath Rishi’s pain, the man he refuses to believe he can become.Two quests.Two hearts.Two souls unknowingly saving each other.As Rishi sinks deeper into his darkness, Aisha becomes the only light he trusts.As Aisha searches for where she belongs, Rishi becomes the home she never imagined she’d find.And somewhere between their wounds and their healing, a quiet truth rises:'You are not alone.'This is the Mwanzo, the beginning of destiny,of redemption,of a connection fierce enough to challenge fate itself.A story of trauma and tenderness.Of innocence becoming a guide.Of a man learning to be a father,and a child becoming a healer.Because sometimes, a flower bloomsonly because a thorn stood between it and the darkness.And sometimes...the universe calls two shattered souls toward each other-not to break them,but to begin them.
