Thank you from the bottom of my heart for letting Hauwa, Mahmud and Mas'ood's story into your heart. I hope you know you taking time out to read every word in this story means the very world to me.
Sumayah, Nana, Nina, Nana Hauwa, Aisha Mustapha and Hamdeeyah, I don't know if I'll have enough words to appreciate you all for sticking with me on this journey. Thanks for not giving up on me even when I tore down this story and began from scratch three times. Our little group means the world to me and as much as I want to keep giving you more love stories to read, I'm afraid I have to take a break now. Sometime in the nearest future, I'll write again. For now, I need a breather.
Faevhur, thank you for listening to my rants and for encouraging me to keep going each time I came to your room and said "My story is stressing me out". Thank you, Fae. Here's to many more years, okay?
And they'll never see this but Canva, you're a freaking life saver. You have brought my covers to life and damn, I'll be lying if I said I wasn't grateful.
Last but not least, thank you Lea. Imposter syndrome holds us by the neck on most days but we beat it time and time again. In Shaa Allah we'll always continue to do so. I'm proud of you. Trust me, I'm always going to be. Here's to more accomplishments, okay?
To you the reader, here's another thank you. I couldn't do it without all of you so thank you for letting me tell stories.
YOU ARE READING
Mrs Mahmud, Mrs Mas'ood
General FictionBook three in the Dantata Series. Hauwa Sufyan had it all planned out: get her sister married to the love of her life, slay with the dresses she spent more than she ever had on, and have fun with the guests present. The last thing she expected even...
