Barakah Amal had escaped Nigeria shortly after the misfortune of encountering Jalal Jali as a teenager. Years since past and unbeknownst to her, she's reluctantly summoned back to wed the man who had ruined her life to protect her family.
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At what age did you start reading? I started when I was twelve I think and I never thought I'd grow to love it this immensely. My favorite genre is Fantasy and it's a dream of mine to write and publish in that category. Really, I love the conquests, the mythological creatures, the new worlds, the retellings from all sorts of mythologies.
Currently, I'm re-reading one of my forever favorite fantasy series called Sands Of Arawiya by Hafsah Faizal. She's literally one of my most cherished authors and I'm so inspired by this woman that's not only a Muslim writer but a NIQABI as well who has achieved the title of a 'bestselling author' despite covering her face.
Sands Of Arawiya (Duology) :We Hunt The Flame & We Free The stars.
People lived because she killed. People died because he lived.
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29/7/2022
Barakah
Her reflection stared back at her with an authenticity she had never experienced before. It was a sufferable, enduring confrontation to watch herself clean off little makeup, do the necessary skin care, brush her teeth. The significance of everything that had transpired at the restaurant was counting, making its presence felt. Soon, she would be under the water with it.
She couldn't do without glaring at her lips. At how she came home with them bare of any gloss. Any shine or glaze once she'd stepped into the bathroom and stared at herself.
They were swollen. The taste he'd introduced her too long gone but she could still feel him inside. Raiding and raiding her mouth and even if she did not want to acknowledge it to herself, it had left its effects on her.
Heat.
There was heat. A pleasurable heat her body had welcomed and wrapped itself in and an aching for more of that heat. From the source of it.
