Labari mai cike da bahaguwar cakwakiya, ɗimuwa, ruɗani tare da bam mamaki. tsantsar mulki da ƙarfin ikon masu mulki. tsaftatacciyar soyayya mai cike da nagarta da dattako.

Duhuwa itace abinda yake baibaiye da wannan ginin Ali ! Tayaya zaka yi ƙoƙarin gini akan ruɓaɓɓen tubali! Ginin da kuma yaɓen dukkaninsu ababen banza ne idan har aka samu tangarɗa awurin tubali! Tubali shine gini shine kuma yaɓe! Kayi kuskure daga wargaza nagartar tubalinka ta hanyar dasa tubalin toka a maimaikon na ƙaƙƙarfan dutse. Tirr da muguwar rayuwar ka Ali!!!

Abdul-Sharif was determined to take a second wife, despite the pain this was causing his wife Asiya, and his deep love for her. Will Asiya be able to forgive him? Will she be able to adjust to the new situation? Will his new wife, Firdousi, be able to overcome her bad experiences with her first marriage and get over her fears of being divorced again? Will she adjust to the cultural differences between her and her new husband? There is nothing graphic here, but the subject matter itself is mature. This short story is dedicated to my dear friend Khadijah, who showed me friendship when she had no reason to, and who has now passed on. Inna illahi wa inna ilayhi rajaoon. (We belong to God and we return to Him.)

Labarin wani matashi daya riga ya gurbata rayuwarsa da shaye2 da raina iyayensa, tareda wata matashiyar yarinya 'yar baiwa wadda bata magana biyu, kowa ya shiga gonarta setayi maganinsa wadda ta dage tsayin daka wajen ganin ta sauya akalar Rayuwar ABDUL JALAL zuwa hanya madaidaiciya. Labari me cike da ban tausayi hatsaniya kauna, cin amana daukar fansa, tareda sadaukarwa kubiyoni domin jin yadda zata kaya

Labari ne a kan wata mata da kishiyarta ta haukatar da ita da tsohon cikin ta tafi ta haife cikin a halin hauka

Labari ne mai cike da cin amana butulci, abubuwan al,ajabi kaa-kala

Kallon kitse ba litaffina bane na marubuciyar nan ne Halima Abdullahi k/mashi

"Zaabit Bhai!! What are you doing?" I begin to walk back as his sturdier figure became close. "You aren't supposed to be here, Zaabit Bhai" I begin to scream because for the past few weeks since I have arrived back. He never came this close to me. What's the sudden change? "Stop calling me Zaabit Bhai.... Bhai ...Bhai ...damn it" his dark black eyes boring into me and I fear them ever since that day. "I didn't give you the permission to call me that. For you I am just Zaabit" he said in between his clench teeth. The fear of seeing me in different light became reality. I fear him. I fear him from that day. I fear him in day and night. He even haunts me in my dreams. Even when I went oceans away. ~~~~~~~♥♥♥♥ A journey of two souls beginning with different emotions. Like the meaning of her name, Saama vowed to hate him until her last breath. Zaabit like his name he remembers that she has always been his. Saama is an aspiring writer who can go to any length to bring the characters of her novels into life. Even if that meant for her to suffer. She wants to be the best romance writer who envisioned the life of her characters in detail ways. She is a bookworm along with having other qualities like she is always happy, talks to everyone disregarding age, careful of hurting others and unlike typical bookworm girl she is beautiful inside and out Zaabit is a Captain in the army. He is quite, cold, ruthless person who doesn't listen to anybody. Zaabit is like a crazy horse when he is out of the army attire. He hates being ordered around and is a clever man who remembers everything in detail. He has always been Obsessed with Saama since childhood's days. His obsession to make her his has led Saama to hate him. He had always found comfort in her. *Please do not copy*

"Where do you think all this time goes?" For centuries, women of the Husani bloodline have been using their powers to bend time to their will. It has kept them young and one step ahead of everybody else. In a changing world, the Husani women felt isolated and indifferent. They decided to split up so they wouldn't risk exposure and Zareen ended up in Asali. A small town was perfect for starting a family. Zareen sets out to search for more people like them and continue her scientific research, leaving behind a 22 year-old daughter who has become flamboyant with her ability. But when Fajr Husani becomes too dependent on her powers, she must be stopped from making an erratic decision. Published: 08/16/21 🏅Ranking: #41 in 'muslimgirl'

[ Completed ] Zoha's life has been weaved with tragical fate. Her parents died in a tragic car crash, when she was four. Her Dadi, or grandma, raised her with relentless love and care. She bloomed into an ambitious girl, studying to become an architect. Opposite of her was her cousin, Manal, daughter of her Zafar uncle, who lived in California, owning a restaurant. Manal always resented Zoha since the time she was really little. She is a conceited, spoiled girl, always proving to be better than Zoha. One day when Dadi leaves her too, Zoha feels she is forever left alone. There is no one who is close to her as her Dadi was. She feels weak and discouraged without support. And as much she tried to come out of the grief of loss, Manal's enmity intensifies and she has planned to kick her out of the house, by taunting and demeaning her self-esteem. But Manal's brother Shehryaar who comes to Pakistan from California, is a generous, kind person. He treats Zoha rather warmly. When Manal pressurizes Zoha to leave her house, because she stands as a problem to her, Zoha is all broken from inside. She can't move away from a house in which she grew up. She has memories of her childhood with dadi there. She doesn't realize when Manal's hate is that strong to throw her out of the house, so there is a strong pull of Shehryaar's kindness and love that keeps bringing her back. ****************************************************** This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictiously and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishment, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.