"Babu wanda ya ke tsallake kaddararsa a rayuwa Adda. Duk abunda kika ga ya faru dake to Allah ya riga ya rubuta tun kafin kizo duniyan nan. Hakuri zakiyi sai kuma kiyi Addu'a Allah ya baki ikon cin wannan jarabawar. Amma wannan al'amari rubutacce ne" . . Tunda take bata taba zaton haka zai kasance da ita a rayuwa ba. Wai abunda take jin labari a wajen mutane kuma take karantawa shine yake shirin faruwa da ita? . . . . A karo na biyu da zuciyarshi ta sake karyewa a sanadin so, baya tunanin kuma zai kara budeta da wannan niyyar. Sai dai me? . . Ku biyoni dan jin labarin Fareeha, da abubuwan da rayuwarta ta kunsa. .

Dua is an invisible weapon of a believer. Its an amazing exchange. You hand over your worries to God and he hands over his blessings to you! No dua ever gets unanswered..If not answered in this dunya,my brothers and sisters you shall be given something in the hereafter in exchange for them..Aint it amazing?SubhanAllah..!

Minal never planned to be caught between two men especially not Khalil, the one who once broke her heart, and Abdulrahim, the man who's been her steady support. Now Khalil is back, determined to fight for her despite being pushed toward a marriage he doesn't want. Abdulrahim, calm but confident, believes actions speak louder than words and he's been there for Minal when it mattered most. As family pressure mounts, emotions collide, and loyalties are tested, Minal must face the truth: love isn't just about who you care for... it's about who's truly willing to fight for you. Two hearts. One choice. And a future that could change everything.

"Wallahi, I've fallen in love with you," he whispered, his eyes cast downward, his voice laced with vulnerability. "I've always had eyes for you." I stood there, frozen, my nerves unraveling like a thread. My hands grew clammy, and my heart raced with excitement. This was the moment I had dreamed of, the moment my crush would confess his feelings. But my joy was short-lived, shattered by the harsh reality of our differences. I came from a middle-class home, a different tribe, and I knew Adnan's mother, Hajiya, would never approve of me. The thought sent a chill down my spine. And then, there was Laila, my best friend, who had been pining for Adnan for years. Hajiya had always hoped they would end up together, and I knew I was no match for their desired union. I looked up, and Adnan's distressed expression mirrored my own turmoil. His eyes pleaded for a response, but I couldn't find the words to ease his anxiety.