I was in a dark place with no one to hear my cries, I screamed but the sound just echoed into a far distance The pain was unbearable from almost every part of my body especially around my thighs and my hands, my head also hurt I cried into the darkness but no one was there, I prayed and prayed till I found myself slowly slipping out of that world till I was met with blinding light Opening my eyes I looked around to the blank walls made of plain cement blocks, no paint or anything and so was the ground it looked like an uncompleted building but what bothered me the most was what I was in Was it the pain or the wetness I was feeling, i mustered up the courage and raised my pounding head looking up at my wide-spread legs and the pool of blood I was laying in I couldn't cry nor scream just fall back into the dark world I was recently in with one thought in mind What every woman kept and treasured the most was taken away from me.

NOTE: THIS BOOK IS JUST A PREVIEW. An announcement would be made when the complete book becomes available. Hauwa'u Jiddarh is an ambitious, hardworking young lady with a fierce attitude. She's ready to fight for what she believes to be right even if the whole world were to be against her. Her life took a turn for the worst when her hero turned into a villain. Suddenly, she found herself saddled with responsibilities that came without a manual. She had to improvise, after all, giving up was not an option, not when the lives of the people she cared the most for were at stake. Jiddarh built so many walls to protect herself from more emotional scars after being hurt by the one person she thought would protect her for the rest of her life. With no other alternative, she had to be strong. But even the strongest women get tired, because of all they carry. She's strong, but she's exhausted. Will someone finally break down those walls? ******* Copyright © 2020 Maimunatu I Bukar. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise without prior written permission of Maimunatu I Bukar. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ©️ Maimunatu I Bukar.