It Started with a Hijabi's Diary

13= Daughters=Princess

Starting with the name of
Allah Almighty Who's Most Merciful and Most Loving

Peace and Blessings of Allah Almighty be upon our beloved prophets, especially Hazrat Muhammad (S.A.W), their noble companions and all the true beleivers present in this world or the other.
❤

If you haven't prayed yet, then I humbly request you to pray before reading this. Because your connection with Allah Almighty is much more important.

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VERY IMPORTANT!!

The chapter below is really so special to me. You maybe wouldn't believe when I tell you that I wrote this chapter even before writing the prologue. Yes, it's right. I wrote this chapter before even beginning this book, but when I was thinking about writing this book.
I knew this must be the chapter of the book. And let me tell you, this chapter isn't much important for the plot, so if you want you can skip it.
But I really really recommend you to read it, with full attention. It might take just few minutes, but it may change your point of you view about life, or about yourself.
Especially if you are a girl.

These are some very beautiful facts that I gathered, and I really really hope that I get to share the message I want to share here.

So if even one of you, benefits from it, then my mission is accomplished.

The chapter starts,

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"Why?! Why do I have to understand this? Why not him?!"

"Hana, understand dear, this is something you should adapt, it's for your own good, love. Yes, we did give him permission to go out, we're giving you too, but I'm just saying is that you'll have your brother take you there".

"Mustafa goes alone everytime, sometimes without even telling you. And I can't go even telling you prior two days".

After saying that, she sprinted towards the upper floor. She knew her family would come finding her into her room, so she went to her brother's room, and sat on the chair near the table; located near the large window of AbdulWadood's room.

She looked around the room in boredom and anger, but stopped when she saw a diary on her brother's table. The diary was so beautiful, she was entranced by it.
It was covered with gorgeous stones, which reflected the rainbow lights. It had beutiful and graceful black color cover. So this reflecting lights and multicolor beads looked enchanting on the cover.

She picked it up and saw that it has a black bookmark, and she opened the page, in which the bookmark was kept. Without knowing how much it would deeply effect her, or her point of view of life and herself.

Hello, Inny

Me, here!!! *hugging you*

I was just thinking today of how much there has been changes in me. And I'm really proud of it. All thanks to Allah Almighty.

You know there was a time, I used to throw tantrum, do angry talks, and even used to cry and fight when I would see my brothers going out freely. You know, if I have to go to my friend's house, I would have to inform my parents a week before, then my mom would call my friend's mom, and then they would agree.