"If the world had only you, it would be enough, until it wasn't" -Anwar Hussein Hakimi. "Racing the limits, until I'm no more" -Karima Aliyu Arqam. *** The closest you can get to the definition of a perfect life is probably Anwar Hakimi's life. His wife was lovely, his children adorable, and his life content. When fate catapulted Karima Aliyu into his life, he had the best plan; provide for her, and that's it. He saw her as nothing but the little sister in their family gang. Until-one stolen kiss at a time-she wasn't. *** Karima stopped expecting much from life since her father denied her cousin sister's involvement in theft, yet said it was something she could do. Her life wasn't exactly rocky, at least not materially. She had her siblings and her family gang, so things really weren't complicated. Until she had to marry Anwar, one of her best friends' husbands, then all hell broke loose. *** This is a work of fiction, I don't push or support any ideas or opinions of the characters in the book, all pictures belong to their respective sources.

Copyright© 2022. All rights reserved. Two people forced to live under the same roof in the name of something called 'conjugation' a sacred relationship that is supposed to be filled with love, tolerance, patience, consideration, listening and respect but in this situation, it is the total opposite of what a marriage encompasses. Theirs is filled with castigation, intolerance, cowardice and heedlessness. Merged with dramatic in-laws, the family is turned upside down. Although she couldn't see his face, she sensed a change in the atmosphere... the fierce will of a warrior in battle, the urge to conquer and dominate. Aware of his violence barely kept in check, Layla remained very still. She kept her face turned away and listened to his breathing, until the deepening movements of his lungs became calm once more. Not at all moved of scared, she lifted a mocking brow and jeered. "Go to hell, Captain!"

In the city of Kaduna and Zaria, where tradition holds power and family names carry weight, Amina Usman Suleiman dreams of freedom. A final year sociology student at ABU Zaria and the beloved daughter of a prominent Northern family, Amina has always known her life is not entirely her own. But she's in love with Yasir Ibrahim, a rebellious guy with a sharp tongue, dangerous habits, and a heart that beats only for her. Their love is fire passionate, toxic, addictive From their school days at Essence International to stolen weekends and whispered promises, they've lived in a world where love dares to challenge legacy Until Amina's father arranges her marriage to Khalid Aminu Bello the cold, mysterious heir to a powerful business dynasty. Khalid isn't interested in love either. He has wounds of his own. But duty demands obedience, and families like theirs don't ask they decide. What begins as a polite arrangement slowly begins to shift. In shared silences, small kindnesses, and late night confessions, Amina and Khalid find themselves entangled in something unexpected. Now, caught between a love that refuses to die and a marriage she never asked for, Amina must choose: The boy who holds her heart. Or the man who might help her rewrite her story. Set against the rich cultural tapestry of Northern Nigeria, A Marriage of Names is a sweeping tale of love, duty, and the cost of choosing yourself in a world built on expectations.

⚠️ Author's Note: This story is a fictional medical romance. It does not strictly follow real-life medical training timelines or rotations. Some events (such as housemanship placements and progression) are adapted for storytelling purposes.

[PG-15] She was finally becoming the wife he'd always wanted. She was certain he was just a friend. Or so they thought. Trigger warning: Includes death of a loved one

Grief made manipulation look like love, and now she lives in a gilded cage - a prison of her own mistakes. He has the answers he seeked and the freedom he needed, but what comes next?

Copyright © 2024. All Rights Reserved. It wasn't how she could never seem to pronounce his name, "Qasim," correctly, always calling him "Kasim" since she was young. Nor was it her innocence, which seemed to follow her everywhere, highlighted by her delicate Fulani features that could be recognized from miles away. It was her, entirely. Her very existence was the axis upon which Amir Qasim's life revolved. But when that axis was removed, his world was thrown into chaos. Being born the eldest child of the Sultan wasn't his choice, nor was becoming the next Sultan, burdened with immense responsibilities. Yet he accepted it, carrying those duties he so deeply resented. Becoming the next Sultan's wife wasn't her choice either, nor was becoming the eldest Princess of the Kubi Caliphate. So why was she forced to bear the brunt of the grudge he harbored within? Why did she have to endure the short end of the stick? From the moment she stepped into the world of royalty, she knew the path would be hard-fought. But she wasn't willing to lose. Why should she? She harbors the same hatred towards him. However, there is a saying, "The more you hate, the more you love." By Ferdeausee.

She was not only born with a silver spoon, she was rocked in a diamond cradle and raised in a gold castle. She had the world at her feet and on her finger tips giving her the permanent title 'Daulah' and the name Maimunatu almost ceased to exist. With a rare kind of beauty and an exceptional personality, she had heads turning to her and wanting to dance to her tunes but it took a single look from the last person she would spare a glance to point out to her all the places where she was broken. Realizing that she needed a heart to fit in to get fixed, she set out for his but Mukhtar only wished he had one to give her.... But she wasn't a girl who gave up, she knew he had one in there and set on a mission to find it, looking into every corner of his darkness until she got caught in his storm of curse which threatened to drown them.

It all started with a fight. With him hating her and avowing never to forgive her. For she had costed him the little way he fed both himself and his wretched family. But he knew it wasn't strong enough to call for his vengeance. Then came a second time. And a third. And it wasn't until Jiddah costed him the very man he called his father, costed his sister the life she always had and made his mother grieved as terribly as he had never seen; did it call for His Vengeance. And oh, did he avenge! Or maybe not. Because the tables turned and it felt as though His Vengeance was a way of punishing himself as well. Because why was he feeling affected by her tears? Why did it feel like a torture seeing her in pain? Why did he try to keep her safe? When all he wanted was to take a revenge? And just how did his heart go from overflowing with hatred for her to wanting to see her smile? The mischievousness in her eyes? Wanting to hear the sound of her laugh? Was it truly His Vengeance? Bad as it may be for her, Abdallah believed he had it worse. And oh, he truly avenged.

THE CIRCLE OF THE QUR'AN (#2) "In a world of genius scholars and ascetic saints, of sinners and sorcerers, a world of scheming leaders and kingdoms in turmoil, and when spirits created from fire appear, only one would survive who brings to his Lord a pure heart..." A land where knowledge, purity of the heart, and morality is everything... Five youngsters from a backwater city, under the tutelage of a travelling scholar and Mujtahid, enter into a world of knowledge and pious asceticism, vying with the chosen in an epoch-making tournament. On the eve of the Grand competition however, a catastrophe strikes, and the scholar disappears.. Even before they had the chance to represent their city Tâ Hâ, the five Quraa' are forced to withdraw.. ... Washed ashore the Island city, Arkaan is a youth seeking to correct and make up his past, even if that means challenging the four tribes and echelon in order to revive the Scholar's circle, 'Inabah. He's a youth with a dark past, and the world he has entered is one of the cultivation of hearts. When Arkaan meets the five Quraa and offers his help, will they trust him and follow his lead? As the mysterious foreign sixth apprentice, and possessor of a mystic diary that has deep secrets even the King of the land seeks to solve, Arkaan would be plunged in a much larger world with plots even thicker than he could ever imagine. He must replace those at the top of Qur'an cultivation, purify his heart, and travel the land, meeting spirits and solving mysteries. A boy is washed ashore a backwater city. There - a story begins.. In Tâ Hâ was a Scholar, and - five Quraa', •An exiled prince •A young scholar •A child saint •A repentant sinner •And the Sayyid of their generation •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Both Muslims and Non-Muslims are highly welcome to read this Islamic fantasy!:D