It could be the first look he had of her face. How beautiful she had looked and how the smile she wore adorned her face. Or maybe, it wasn't that. It was the way her voice sounded as she cried. How the tears of anguish rolled down her cheeks. How she begged to be rescued. It could be the way she laughed, as well. Her face, her body, how she carried herself around and how her voice calmed even the the stormiest tsunami in his soul. Or it could be her name; Sabeeha Ghabidin Ahar. He didn't know what it was that got him hooked to her. Or how on earth he got enslaved by her thoughts. All he knew was, Sabeeha was an obsession he didn't mean to have...but he'd trade his soul to keep. She would always be his Beautiful Beeha, no matter the thorns on the road and even if she's Twice His Age...Zaid knew he'd love her, always and forever.

Aurenta da Khalil kaddara ne. Zuwanta gidansu a matsayin mai aiki jarabta ne. Zama gidanshi tare da matarshi kuma bala'i ne. Da wanne zataji? Miji wanda ya tsaneta tamkar mutuwarsa ko kuwa matarsa da bata da burin daya wuce ta tozartata dukda kuwa batasan itadin matarsa bace? Ko kuwa karyata musulunci da kowa yakeyi? Tabbas, K'abila...itama musulma ce. Amma a rayuwar Fatima Batul, hakan abu ne mai wuyar bayyanawa. Kyara, tsangwama da wulakanci sune abubuwan da tafi sabawa dasu a duniya har tana ganin bazata tabi jin dadi ba a rayuwarta. Kasantuwar mahaifiyarta Igbo, tunda Batul ta bude ido babu abunda ta sani face kunci da bakin ciki sai tarin hawaye. Wai dama shi musulunci idan ba a ciki aka haifeka ba Allah baya amsarka ne? Ko kuwa dai dole sai kai bahaushe ne ko bafulatani sannan musuluncinka yake zama ingantacce? Ana kiranta K'abila, ko kuma ace mata Tubabba, kai harma muna musulma ana kiranta wai duk dan kasancewar mahaifiyarta inyamura duk kuwa da cewar ta musulunta daga baya. Batul bata gara jefa kanta cikin ukuba ba sai bayan aurenta da Khalil, ga bala'in mahaifiyarsa da yan'uwansa, dangi da abokansa...shin ina zata saka rayuwarta ne?Data sani da bata gudu tabar gida ba, data tsaya dangin mahaifinta sunyi duk yanda sukeso da ita, da bata roki alfarma ta auri Khalil ba... --- Labari ne mai cike da darussa daban daban akan addini, al'ada, zamantawa da kuma tsantsar soyayya. Ku biyoni dan ganin yanda labarin Fatima Batul da angonta Ibrahim Khalil zai kasance...

On the brink of a life that seemed too dull to excite her, amidst the chaos of the insurgency that threatened not just her happiness, but the little she had as a world; Maryam Bukar Ibrahim seemed to battle more wars than her 16 years old and autistic brain could handle. It became too much to bear, too much grief for her heart to take and a commitment her innocent yet frail body could endure. As if that wasn't enough, destiny found a way of getting her married to a soldier, at the brink of her father's death and the last words he pronounced were of her becoming Mrs. Na'im Bolori. For Captain Na'im Bolori, marriage was the last thing he thought for his life. He was the prince of the Kingdom of Maiduguri and suffering from an unmentioned illness broke more of his engagements than he cared to count. Being a soldier was his lifetime dream, yet rescuing a dying father only to get him married to his weird and two colored eyes daughter was something he had never imagined. He took her home not because he wanted, not because he was ever going to accept the so called marriage, between, she was only 16 years old! But destiny decided to play with his heart and test how capable he was of controlling himself and protecting the ones he loved. As said, When A Soldier Loves...He Kills To Protect. (Only Preview Chapters. Complete book available on OkadaBooks and Selar.)

She could feel the pain slowly overcoming her soul. The agony, the grief, taking over all that she once thought was alive in her. She felt so empty that she was sure her whole body will echo if someone was to shake her. But she stood, rigid as though a hundred years old tree, clinging onto the only thing that made her alive; her eyeglasses. Through those glasses, she had seen things she had wished she could erase. She had hated the things she once loved, places she once cherished and the man she grew up to love. It didn't matter who he was to her, his role in her life or even the title he possessed. She was going to take revenge, she was going to make him regret, she was going to make her father cry right before her eyes! But what if he chose to add more pain to her aching wounds? The day he declared her married to a gateman, the strings left attaching her with him were forcefully cut off. And she was certain even if it would take her till eternity, so long as she stayed married to the gateman, her father would never know what happiness felt like!

JADWA

THIS BOOK IS NOW A PREVIEW Surrayya doesn't do complications. Life is sweet when you keep things simple- bake, paint, watch F1, and avoid emotional entanglements. Feelings? Too messy. Love? Too risky. She'd rather stick to what she can control: her dreams, her business, and her ever-growing collection of car facts no one asks for. Hafiz likes life structured. Numbers make sense. Investments have predictable outcomes. He has always believed that with enough discipline, life can be controlled. But lately, he's starting to realize- some things aren't meant to follow a formula, proving that even the best-laid plans can crash and burn. Their paths weren't supposed to cross. And yet, somehow, they crashed into each other-in the most unexpected place. She's all spontaneity; he's all logic. She runs from feelings; he's learning to confront them. Neither of them is looking for love, but love? It might just be looking for them. Because sometimes, the best things in life happen when you're not paying attention.

Have you ever loved something to the extent that you could lie blatantly about it? In Jalilah's case, she had. She had loved ballet since she was a little girl, but being born from a northern Nigerian family, she had never got to be the ballerina she had always dreamed of. Did she let go of that dream? No, because she would lie for the sake of ballet, she would lie about being married so her mother could let her leave! Yazeed had never been choked up in a mess like this, but he had no choice but to stay mute and watch the drama unfold before his eyes. How would you feel to have a girl lie to her mother about you being her husband right before your eyes? They left, and she got what she had always been dreaming of. She knew she would love him someday, but she had never seen that day to be this close. What would she do? After knowing that their days together were numbered, she had to find another lie to tell her mother for them to find their separate ways. It got to the point that she couldn't pretend anymore, and she asked him the question. "Can I be your Mrs?" Yazeed had heard that question more than he cared to count, but she had never gotten an answer from him. Would he say yes and make her his lawful Mrs without her past life poking up? Or he would say no and live with the regret of not having her in his life? Which would be a topping to his already grieving soul.

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