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This book is about Afeeya Adam and Fayadth Ghafrar, a couple that agreed to an arranged marriage and later found out they are not what they had expected. One, a vlogger and the other, a Muslim extremist.
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I'm Afeeya Adam, a twenty-six year old vlogger with three younger siblings and one older sister who unfortunately passed away when she was 12.
The first sibling after me is Bilal, he's twenty. Then comes, Ghazim, he's sixteen. The last not the least, Afrar, my little prince, he's twelve. I know there shouldn't be bests but he is my best.
I graduated secondary school when I was seventeen with a passion for psychology but died less than a year later when I realized it isn't for me. I turned to international relations in the University of Los Angeles (UCLA), supposedly the city of angels.
While I studied, I fell in love with a hobby of mine. Being a vlogger. My page is about everything that I love and I'm interested in, about me.
With my vlogs, I went to different places. I was able to attend a lot of business parties, modeling, few shows endorsements and advertisements. Of course, I earn money.
One of my greatest achievements is rihanna and kim inviting me for their makeup opening but I didn't meet rihanna unfortunately.
I graduated and came back home, continued my high girl life but of course, my parents are trying to force marriage upon me because I am the closest chance to getting a grandchild or attending their child's wedding. My brothers aren't getting married anytime soon.
They're so desperate, they are the ones looking for suitors but I don't mind.
I mean everybody has their preferences and I am willing to drop some for their happiness so the minute I get a suitor, I will get married as they wish.
FAYADTH.
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My name is Fayadth Ghafrar and I am thirty two years old. I studied aviation as my degree and for my masters, studied international relations.
I was the type of person that only partied, studied, hangs out, buys the latest cars and followed the trends. Naivety.
I am the first born of my father and mother. I have a step mom who has seven kids, all girls while my mom gave birth to two boys including me.
My brother's name is Harith and he's twenty-seven. My sisters are Maryam 26, safiyya 23, ifrah 20, utmah 20, Aabidah 17, Hasna 15 and nafisa 14.
When I was twenty-eight, I got into an accident with two friends of mine. One died and the other is crippled.
I was the one driving and it was a miracle I survived even though I was in rehab for a year to learn how to walk.
Since then, I swore that I would turn a new page and turn to Allah. I did.
I am now living happily and contented in my life. I gave up my expensive life but my parents don't want that.
They are thankful that I'm religious but the don't like how I refuse to buy expensive things anymore so they turn my words against me every time, blackmailing me indirectly to wear or buy.
My mother started insisting I get married and right now, dating isn't something I enjoy so I let her choose a wife for me.
As long as she fears god and is religious, I am contempt.
