Dormant and resting from the shackles and bonds of love.
Affection is led by impulse, desire has compelled parts of us and temptations manifest.
With shared nights, she exists in me, swearing me to her. Homage is with her and gladness is nothing but her.
My greatest privilege becomes a woman in coverings. Heaven is beneath my feet to her kind, gratifying me is inherent.
-ᴊᴀʟᴀʟ ᴀᴛᴛᴀʜɪʀ ᴊᴀʟɪ.{:}
The soul of mine is a prison of troubles and my mind is a layering bedrock of everything harrow. That brilliance that bears with me is a mere perception of beauty. Don't be deceived by the shell of a woman who was once stray from righteousness.
-ʙᴀʀᴀᴋᴀʜ ᴀᴍᴀʟ ᴍᴜʜᴀᴍᴍᴀᴅ ᴀʟɪ ʙᴀʙᴀɪ.•
20th September, 2019.
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Barakah
SpiritualBarakah 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. ...