©️ 2017. Original written in 2016/2017. Highest Ranking #2 on What's Hot list- Spiritual .. Imagine being in a type of house where you're banned from dating, having two choices: 1. To get married immediately after secondary school. 2. To get married after graduating college. Being a teenager has its up and downs, and Khadijah's might be a little bit of sneaking around and defying orders. Her father disapproved of the term, and the whole concept of dating. He believed that when you're a student, your thoughts should be solely focused on your education, and when you get married, you concentrate on managing your household. Yet, Khadijah found a way to create her own choice and well, she had to face the consequences of her actions. .. "My heart beats for you Khadijah, feel it." He steadied her left hand to his chest. .. #98. 28/11/17. #83. 30/11/17. #77. 30/11/17. #67. 02/12/17. #43. 07/12/17. #37. 08/12/17. #32. 10/12/17. #24. 26/01/18. #18. 22/01/18. #16. 19/03/18. #15. 14/12/17. #14. 15/01/18. #13. 22/12/17. #10. 22/03/18. #09. 15/04/18. #07. 15/04/18. #04. 30/04/18. #03. 21/06/18. #02. 28/06/18 #1 in Hausa. #1 in Deen. #1 in MuslimRomance #1 in ProjectNigeria. Kindly vote, comment and share as you read. Please and please try to not be a silent reader. Thank you!

"How is it my mistake? Why are you punishing me? Why do you hate me so much? Why? What have I ever done wrong?" Hauwa asked her mother crying profusely on the floor. Meet Hauwa Muhammed Maigoro,a naive lady who grew up in her grandparent's house. She must face a lot of challenges especially having a mother that hates her for unknown reasons. Will her mystery end? You have to read on to find out.

Maryamaa ta kasance mai kirki da kuma amana ga close friend dinta, Hauwa. Hauwa ta kasance mai son her one and only besty, Maryamaa. Basa zaton akwai wani abu da zai shiga tsakanin su bare ya kai ga cin amanar junan su. ==== ==== ==== Najib saurayi ne wanda koh wace mace zata so ace ya zama nata da sunan soyayya. Kuma shi mutum ne da idan yana son abu, babu mai raba shi. Meye zai faru idan Maryamaa da Hauwa suka tsinci kansu cikin the same love triangle? Join me, domin kusan yanda labarin zai kasance.

Copyright©2022. All Rights Reserved. When esteemed journalist Zainab Shamaki published a new article targeting one of Maroudi's most influential figures, she never anticipated the dire consequences it would bring. Why? Because things had always fallen into place for her. This was the first time she faced adversity. Stripped of her livelihood and left to pick up the pieces of her shattered life, she believed that was the lowest point she could reach. Little did she know that the aftermath of that incident would entangle her in unfamiliar troubles. Enter a treacherous world of politics, where survival meant playing a dirty game of kill or be killed. Add in a dysfunctional family, indifferent to one another's plights, and an ex-lover who fueled her worries-her existence underwent a profound transformation. For better or worse? That remains uncertain. Through thick and thin? Quite possibly. In times of prosperity and hardship? Not such a terrible prospect. Until death do them part? Most certainly.

"The joke is on you now Muhseen." "No please don't do this, you can't just throw away all that we had like this, please don't" I pleaded. "I can't? Seriously?" She lead out a sarcastic chortle "Only Muhseen Salah can huh?" "What do you mean by that?" I managed to utter. "Exactly what am saying" she snapped curtly "It's about time you learn the truth Muhseen, I just tricked you none of the things we had and shared for the past week was real. Come to think of it, why will I change overnight? Why will I love someone who hurt me in the past like you did? Am not a fool Muhseen" She paused glaring at me. "No" I muttered ceaselessly as I shook my head not believing a thing from what she said. "No Cara you're joking, you must be joking." "You can take it as a joke it's what I did too when you broke up with me months ago so continue to believe all I said as a joke." She said cold heartedly not showing even the slightest care. Why is she doing this? I thought we are over all these. "Cara please stop this, stop it please my heart can't take it. You said it yourself that you've forgiven me. I thought we were over all these, why are you bringing it up now?" "Because I wanna break your cold heart like you did to me some time ago Muhseen plus this is the time I planned on telling you so it would make your heart crumple, bruise and hurt just like it is doing already." She paused and took a quick glance at me pathetically "Remember how you icily rubbed it to my face that you don't love me, that is was all a trick? Remember how you threw away everything that we shared? It's payback time Muhseen."

Copyright © 2022. All Rights Reserved. ❝ Take my heart, and do with it as you desire. Embrace, or break it. It has only ever been yours--yours to do as you please.❞ Yasmeen Khalid doesn't thrive in the spotlight; she's not one to captivate a room or demand second glances. Instead, she finds solace with her nose buried between the pages of a book, seeking refuge away from the bustling crowds. That's where she finds her peace. However, with a fiery attitude that defies her petite frame, a few eccentricities, and a penchant for sarcasm, it's inevitable that she'll draw attention sooner or later. Not to mention, her non-existent love life makes the idea of an arranged marriage seem appealing. But everything changes when she encounters him. Suddenly, she becomes the protagonist of her own narrative. As Asad Gidado enters the scene, a new tale begins, destined to unravel in unpredictable ways. By Ferdeausee_.

He make love stories for a niqabi girl and pious heart but step mum, sisters and fake friends that back stabbed and betrayed her. After all they go like this.. Completed but editing.... Find out in the novel Note: A Hausa novel

. . . . . The man took her to a small office downstairs. It seemed he was the owner of the hotel, given how well he knew his way around. She sobbed quietly, her sister's betrayal hurting more than Halima's beating. Today, she had to find out that her sister had no heart. "Take this," the mysterious man passed her an ice pack. "Use it on the swelling." She took it from him. "Thanks." The man studied her. She looked so young. What was a young lady like her doing in a hotel while her mates were in school? The man wondered. Women of today have no shame at all. "What were you thinking?" he asked. "Excuse me?" she asked, cocking a brow. "What were you thinking when you followed that man to the hotel? Don't you have any shame?" "Stop it. Stop talking as if you know the whole truth. You don't even know half of the story, but you're already judging," she said. He cackled. "Oh, really? What I witnessed is enough for me. You sell your body for money. It's as simple as that." "Shut up!" "The truth hurts, right? Next time, you should think before repeating the same mistake." "Please shut up!! Please," she broke into tears. It hurts a lot. Now she's the prostitute. People will laugh at her if they come to watch the videos some people took. "Okay," he raised his hands up in surrender. "I want to go home," she stood up. "I can send my driver to drop you if you want." "No, thank you. Wouldn't want part two to repeat itself," she said sarcastically. "Thanks for the ice, anyway." A story about two sisters fighting for their rights. A secret they've sworn to keep from the world. One of these sisters has to take the blame for the other sister's wrongdoing, and there's no way this innocent sister can speak the truth. No one would believe her, except one man.