____•____ In Nigeria, it's known to everybody that each and every family has it own tradition. DAGGASH also has its, which differs from any other families of the Shuwa Arabs in that country Being a member of the 'DAGGASH' was everything she hates in life, she regretted being brought to such a family that goes under the will and control of a selfish old lady 'AYYA' She doesn't understand why must everything has to go just as Ayya commands?!! Can't they just live a happy life with no Ayya and her problems!! Is that a lot to ask for?! It's a rule laid by Ayya , a rule that has been going on ever so long, which makes things more complicated. She can't believe that Ayya is the one to tell her what to dream of and what not to! Her mates are down their in their graves and she's here trying to take control over their own lives. The rule says "NO ONE IS EVER ALLOWED TO MARRY A SPOUSE OUT OF THE BOUNDARY OF THE DAGGASH" and what annoys her more is that Ayya is to match spouses. That's not the only rule Ayya laid, there are many more others , she felt disturbed. Suffocated. Prisoned. Weak. She wondered how her parents were able to go through all this, now that. She couldn't live her normal life. Why must Ayya take her family's happiness for her own self satisfaction?!! Is she this heartless?!!! If not for the sake of mama and baba, she'll have never stayed in such a disaster with Ayya torturing her life and all other members of the family. ____•____

[COMPLETED] This is the story of a young lady who found herself being the only child of her parents which seems normal at first, but it comprised of hardship, struggle, grief, love and partial joy. ~ My name is Ikhbal, I am 19 years old from Abuja Nigeria. Ever since the first day of my life, the one person that I adore and love sincerely is my mother. My father on the other hand is gentle, kindhearted and he has all Father material but I'm not kinda close to him, albeit I questioned myself on that but I don't have a reason. ~~ Ikhbal Adam, a pharmacy student of Nile university Abuja, shouldered by a wonderful family and a happy one until the occurrence of the catastrophe that will shatter her life, till she met the one person that will change her life and make her see the world in a good way. ~~~ Highest Ranking: #1 Nigeria (16/06/22) #4 Africa (27/08/22) #4 Hausa (28/08/22) #1 Northern (15/09/23) #3 Religious (01/01/24) ••••• Behind My Walls. Written and published by: Kherdeeniasse.

A fiction book about two people meant to be, a book about Hammad and Yusrah. Hammad Buba Marwa is a 31-year-old microbiologist and, a handsome, classy, and coldhearted multimillionaire. He's every girl's dream but love doesn't exist in his world, for him to love and not to be loved is the hardest thing in the world. He went through that when he fell in love with one of his students when he was a corp member service at their school, he confused the friendship relationship between his best friend and the girl he loved and he decided to bury his feelings. *********************** Meet Yusrah Siddiquii Mai Dala, a 21-year-old lady, daughter to Alhaji Siddiquii Mai Dala, a multimillionaire business tycoon. she is an introvert and a very well-desired girl who barely believes in love. She's the exact opposite of her twin sister, Yasmin. Yasmin is the twin sister of Yusrah though they aren't identical they still resemble one another. Yasmin is hard not to crack and a lady who does whatever she wants and nobody can change her mind not even her parents. Can she ever change? Alhaji Siddiquii Mai Dala sent a marriage proposal to Alhaji Buba Marwa, one of his business partners because he wanted to see his beautiful daughters in good hands that's why he decided to get them married to people he knew. They decided to do a simple wedding and the ceremony will be afterward. *************************** Join me as we sprint on this jaunt as we unravel the love story of two distinct people who have no thought of being together in their lives. And don't forget to follow my updates by adding this book to the library. You can also follow my profile as well. Copyright ©️ 2021 Hauwa'u Ishaq Zarewa Jiddarhtulkhair♥💖💖.

. . . . . 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.

Copyright©2021. All Rights Reserved. · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · · Kamilah Yusuf Bawa, a 25 year old who is believed to be dead by her family happens to be living in Italy where no one has any idea she's there. Why is she there and how did she end up there? Is it really her or a mere figment of imagination? It's the same questions that had been running through his head the minute he laid his eyes on her. Then there's Nour, the anonymous writer who suddenly disappears from the face of the earth about the same time Kamilah died. Could it be a coincidence or is Nour and Kamilah one person? A sudden accident leading to the death of one. A sudden disappearance. One yearning for a loved one. And a mysterious stranger all tangled up in the web of fate. There's always more to the story than we see. And for Kamilah, there's a lot than more than what meets the eye. By Ferdeausee_.

Follow the story of Laura who is about to be forced into marriage to a criminal by her father after the death of her mentally ill mother With the help of her grandmother they both ran away from their village. She starts a new life somewhere else. A rich man walks into her life and blackmails her to work for him. Will love bloom between them? Find out how other long buried truth will be revealed. Abdulrahim Muhammad Kura. One of Abuja's most eligible bachelor. The CEO of PEARLS CONSTRUCTIONS. All his life he has always gotten what he wants because of him being the only son among 4 girls. Women flaunt themselves around him but he only has eyes for one. Fareeda his girlfriend of five years. When Laura rejected his offer to come work for him. He knew he most get her to work for him so she can be at his beck and call always " please stop teasing me I am not yours" I pleaded. "You are mine Laura. You are mine, I don't know how it happened but I fell for you my love. I love you Laura I do. I cannot let another guy take you from me. that is why I lost my cool earlier when I saw you with that guy. Do you know how many of my friends I had to warn to stay away from you during this wedding. You can call me selfish I don't care I just want you to myself. I want you to be mine alone. I love you and please marry me" he concluded. I was too stunned to say anything. Did I hear him say he love me. he said he is in love with me. Wait he asked me to marry him. Is he serious. ..............................................

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"Have you no heart?" He stopped. Sayf turned abruptly to face her, feeling as every word she spoke got to his nerves. "What in the name of Allah is wrong with you?" he asked with a sigh. "Are perhaps mentally impaired?" he asked again trying to be clear. "If I was I wouldn't be here in the first place" she voiced narrowing her eyes on him. Yes, he insulted her but that was the least of her problems. She will have to avenge at a more convenient time later. "Then leave" he seethed glaring directly at her. "Stop challenging me" she said holding her waist with both hands. He hissed and started walking away majestically. He was so done wasting his words on her. Tauhida groaned and murmured softly beneath her breath but it didn't remain unheard to him "Koh dutse ne kai albarka" she said and he found himself smiling weirdly to no one in particular. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Just like scattered stars trying to cluster again, just like the scars trying to heal with love, just like the swirling storm breaking down all bounds and just like the blinking starlight shining on a mirror, this story is also a mirror of life. Cold secrets will be clamped just like the break of dawn. Despite all odds, underneath their ventricles and atria is an undying love for each other. Just stay tuned with me so I will prove once again how fate can actually change the hearts of two people, Tauhida Al-amin Borodo and Sayf Hakeem Elnafaty @ "Tauhida". Lots of love Deedi-- ❤️

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.

She knows that her love for AbdulJalal Sani is toxic. She excused her husband for intolerable things, unable to do anything about it. She's madly in love with him. "I don't like children, Zaytun. You will not ask me to try for a baby, even in the future. And if you try it without my permission, I will be very angry with you." AbdulJalal Sani said. "I can't love you or the child you are carrying." Crying is the only thing Zaytun Babakura knows how to do. Crying became her best friend. It torn her smile, ripped her heart out, wiped the light from her face, and drained the soul from her eyes. She is an empty shell in love. Is this unrequited love worth dying for?