PREFACE AND AUTHOR'S NOTE.

A SPLIT SOUL SAGA.

One Soul, Two Bodies

**"Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it."**

-Jalāl ad-Dīn Rūmī

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PREFACE

BOOK 1: ALCHEMY OF LOVE.

This is a story about the invisible ties that bind us.

Call it fate, soul-recognition, or a love older than this life.

some connections don't begin.

They remember.

Jamal prays.

Not for miracles, but because it's the language of his soul.

Quiet, disciplined, unwavering.

Since childhood, that devotion opened doors...

and now, it opens a crack in the ordinary.

Aamina dreams.

Vividly. Restlessly.

Always the same man. Always the river.

She calls it stress.

Her grandmother calls it madness.

But something inside her aches, like the memory of a touch she never knew.

They live in different cities.

Different worlds.

He's older, burdened by a past he never speaks of.

She's younger, still nursing a heartbreak that left her doubting everything.

They are strangers.

Until their souls recognize each other first.

When Jamal's spiritual practice deepens, a veil lifts.

A pull begins.

Unseen, but unmistakable.

A wise man calls it remembrance.

He went thus:

"When we give ourselves lightly, through hollow loves, through intimacy without meaning-we scatter our light.

We tie ourselves to ghosts.

And the thread meant for one... frays. But when we thread the divine path, living in our soul's truth, we strengthen and deepen our connection with people of our vibrational frequency"

Aamina resists the dreams and signs.

After betrayal, she trusts nothing. Least of all a dream.

Jamal is shaken.

He's known hollow unions too, and the shame they leave behind.

But then... Qadr calls.

And when they finally see each other,

no fireworks.

No prophecy.

Just a gaze that lands like a question their hearts already know how to answer.

What if love isn't something you fall into?

What if it's what you wake up to when you remember who you were before the world taught you to forget?

*WHAT YOU'LL FIND IN THESE PAGES**

*ON; The Post-Forgetting World:

Before Memory, There was the Soul.

A Soul Knows What a Mind Can't Recall

The soul has lived before.

In other bodies. Other lands. Bearing other names.

But it remembers by feeling, not by thought.

And so, we are born into the post-forgetting world;

where the body is new, but the journey is ancient.

The soul is not born with us, it is sent long before we draw our first breath. The body is formed as a vessel, waiting. Then the soul descends, passing through veils of silence and shadow.

That first sharp cry at birth, that's the ache of return. The soul, ancient and unformed by time, re-entering the physical body once more. Strange to be back.

Every soul goes through a forgetting phase before entering a new body.

We live in a post-forgetting world: a place where souls return without the memories of who they once were, or the lifetimes they've already lived.

But the signs are still there.

In our dreams. In déjà vu. In the pull toward certain people or places we've never known, yet somehow remember.

Sometimes, these moments aren't just coincidence.

They're soul contracts: agreements made long before birth, promises carried across lifetimes, quietly waiting to be fulfilled.

A Soul usually reincarnates into one body.

Other times, that same soul is too powerful, too vast in purpose, energy, or karmic assignment, to be contained in just one vessel.

So it splits.

One soul. Two bodies.

This is what we call twin flames. Not just lovers. They both serve same purpose/essence, mirrored and divided, walking separate paths that are designed to converge. Their union isn't just romantic. It's cosmic. A re-merging of a soul divided only to evolve and ascend for the greater good if the human collective.

Then there are soulmates.

Not halves of the same soul, but two different souls bound by agreements made across lifetimes.

Lovers. Friends. Even rivals.

Souls that promised to meet again.

Sometimes to heal. Sometimes to finish what life didn't let them complete the last time.

Marriage. Purpose. Art. A child. A mission.

Whatever the promise, the pull between them in this life is real, because the soul remembers even when the mind does not.

In this lifetime, when you meet someone and it feels like you've known them forever, it's probably because you have.

Not in this body. But in another.

In a different time, under a different sky.

And now you're back, because your story isn't done.

*LOVE AS A COSMIC THREAD

"Love is the light

through which a soul recognizes a fragment of itself,

its purpose, its contract..

In another.

The thread...

unseen,

but never broken,

binds hearts across lifetimes."

You know, the kind that makes your soul pause.

Like it just recognized something in someone else…

a purpose,

a piece of itself,

a story it once promised to finish.

This thread's always there;

pulling, guiding, tying hearts across lifetimes like it never forgot.

It's ancient.

Older than time,

And somehow…

It still finds us. Because all it takes is a little light code to activate what's already inside.

That code lives in every soul connected to our field,

just waiting to be unlocked the moment we cross paths.

There's no such thing as coincidence.

That's just the soul keeping it casual.

Because everyone we meet in this life,

every soul that brushes up against ours,

they're here for a reason.

To wake something up.

To heal something deep.

Or sometimes… to break us open,

so the light can get in.

Some come to stretch our hearts.

Some come to test their weight.

But none come by accident.

Each one leaves a mark,

an imprint on the soul,

traced back to a promise made before we were born.

A soul contract written in light,

now playing out in the language of love.

Even the hard ones.

Even the ones we had to let go.

They were all part of the plan.

All mirrors. All teachers.

All flames.

Because in the end,

love isn't just about the ones we keep,

it's about how we let every encounter

make us more whole.

Sometimes it feels like love gets lost too.

But it doesn't.

Not really.

Love has a way of remembering.

It's quiet about it, but steady.

Like a thread pulling you gently back to something real.

It shows up in ways you don't expect:

a smile from someone across the street,

a stranger who sees you,

a familiar laugh that makes your heart ache in the best way.

And sometimes,

it's bigger than that.

It's soul stuff.

That feeling you can't explain...

like you've met someone before,

even though you haven't.

Like your heart already knows them.

Yeah,

that's not just in your head.

That's memory.

Not the kind in your brain, the kind in your being.

But here's the thing.

Love is not just about finding some destined soul match, Love is also what happens when you show up for the people right next to you, show same compassion you would want others to show to you, to them.

-Your neighbor.

-Your sister.

-That quiet guy on your street who never says much.

Because when you live in love,

real, grounded, present love,

you strengthen the bridge between what was,

and what can still be.

This isn't just a Novel. It's a self discovering one. You'll walk with characters who:

- Doubt; (Is this real, or am I broken?)

- Hurt; (Why do I keep choosing wrong?)

- Resist; (Love failed me before, never again)

- Risk; (What if this time... it's different?)

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THE MEETING AT ZAWIYYA.

Zawiyya Is not a place of spells or saints.

Not a battlefield of angels and devils.

It's a crossroads.

A catalyst.

Here, Jamal and Aamina won't find easy answers.

They'll find:

A silence that screams louder than words.

A truth they've spent years avoiding.

A choice: run... or finally face what their souls already know.

*Zawiyya is where they had their first encounter.

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**For the realist:

Feel the ache of Aamina's migraines as she battles past trauma.

Smell the coal fires of Marhaba.

Feel the emotional burden Jamal is carrying, tied to his past Karma.

**For the dreamer:

- Sense the pull of something deeper than logic.

- Question if distances in miles or years, matter at all.

- Wonder: Could my life change in one encounter?

**For the wounded:

- See how betrayal twists trust.

- Feel the weight of bad choices.

- Discover how we unknowingly block our own healing.

**And the warning woven through:

Every time we use intimacy as a bandage, not a covenant...

- we chain ourselves to echoes.

- We steal from the love meant for us.

This story is for you if:

You've ever loved the wrong person.

You've ever loved someone and it felt like more than this lifetime.

You've felt a connection that defied logic.

You've caught yourself wondering, "Is there more than this?"

If you've carried shame from past choices…

Or held on to hope that made no sense to anyone but your soul.

Then maybe,

just maybe,

your spirit remembers something your mind has forgotten.

Because love doesn't start here.

It continues here.

This is not a book about saints.

It's a book about souls.

Flawed. Searching. Fiercely human.

Sometimes aching. Sometimes awakening.

If you're looking for perfect people,

this isn't that kind of story.

If you want to be entertained but untouched,

turn back.

But if you're ready to unfold,

To question what you've called real,

To feel what you've numbed,

To remember what your soul buried at the gates of birth,

Then step in.

With open hands.

And a quietly listening heart.

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A Word of Intention:

This book does not aim to dismantle your beliefs.

Nor to replace what you hold sacred.

It is not a weapon.

It is not a doctrine.

It is simply… a mirror.

Held gently.

For those brave enough to see themselves in it.

For those ready to unlearn what was once survival,

and learn what might just be truth.

It is a journey of heartbreak and healing,

Of connection lost and found,

Of the soul whispering beneath the noise,

"I've been here before. What's my current mission."

A work of fiction.

A vessel of divine memory.

A home for those still remembering.

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Split Soul: Alchemy of Love is not just a story.

It is a remembrance.

A dreamscape where love walks through veils.

Where destiny collides with doubt.

And where the ache you can't explain

might finally have a name.

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Welcome to Split Soul.

Where the greatest journey

is not across oceans,

but through the soul's own forgetting,

back into the truth it buried on its way here.

Divinely written in the unseen:

Written for the brave.

Read by the broken.

Remembered by the soul.