From loses to facing her worse fears, a self resenting imposter struggles through what she thought was her ultimate destruction. To make it out, every solution has dire consequences that might just break her. But Amani must choose her poison.

Some wounds never truly fade. They etch themselves into the soul, invisible but heavy quiet reminders of the love we gave to the wrong person, the faith we placed in lies, and the innocence we lost in pursuit of something that was never meant to be. For Farah Ismail, the past was a shadow she tried to outrun with every stitch she sewed and every prayer she whispered. Love was a chapter she had closed, locked, and buried. But fate, ever mysterious, had a way of reopening doors she thought she'd sealed forever. Let's see how fate played out between Farah and Zahir-two hearts shaped by pasts they didn't choose, drawn together by a future only Allah could write.

Lailah Mahmud,at just twenty one, already knew loss too deeply. A widow with two little boys - Amir, barely three, and Akbar, still in her arms - she's buried her dreams beside her husband's grave. Love is no longer part of her story... or so she believes. Then fate rewrites her path. Captain Zayd Bishir Kanjiji, once her brother's senior and roommate back in the Nigerian Defence Academy, first saw her at the convocation ceremony - graceful, smiling, unforgettable. He tried to forget her, dismissing it as a passing admiration. But two years later, at her brother's wedding, he realizes he never truly did. Determined and sincere, Zayd confides in her brother, who warns him it won't be easy to win Lailah's guarded heart. Still, Zayd refuses to retreat. His confession is gentle yet bold - only to be met with Lailah's immediate rejection. But love has never been about convenience. Even when his mother and sisters disapprove - unwilling to see their heir, a first-time groom, marry a widow with children - Zayd remains steadfast. For him, Lailah isn't just another chapter... she's the whole story. And for Lailah, his patience, persistence, and quiet warmth begin to melt the walls she built so high - reminding her that love can rise from loss, and sometimes, a heart once broken can become the safest home of all. Her Heart, My Home is a breathtaking tale of second chances, healing, and a love that chooses - again and again - even when the world says it shouldn't.

"He never said a word,but somehow,I heard everything." Zainoon thought university was just classes,books,and surviving lectures...until she met Mohammad. Quite. Mysterious. Unreadable. He had walls higher than her GPA,but somehow, she heard the screams in his silence. What began as glances In class turned Into unforgettable moments- late night thoughts, unspoken feelings,and the kind of tension that changes everything. But love isn't always poetic. Sometimes,it's messy .Complicated.Silent. And sometimes,the right person comes at the wrong time.

{Completed} Jawahir Malik Zayyad, the last thing she expected to happen to her is getting married. Especially when she has just finished high school and about to have as she thought, the best time of her live. All those dreams and desires were abruptly snatched away from her when her grandmother demands she gets married this instant. Then came in Aayan Abbas Abdullah, the last thing on his mind or agenda is getting married, he has no passion or interest whatsoever. Then all of a sudden his parents proposed the idea of him getting married to one of his dad's best friend's daughter. 'The ball is in your court' they said. He has the utmost desire to fulfill his Ammiey's wish, which is to get married, as he is the only son. Will they learn how to love each other? Or will darkness take over?! What happens when they each find out that there's more than what just meet the eyes between the two of them? Join me as I tell you the love story of Aayan and Jawahir!!! #JaYan❤✨🌹🔐 Rankings; #1 in arabs #1 in hausa #1 in wattpadbanters #2 in spiritual #2 in nigeria #3 in nigerian #3 in muslimlovestory #5 in muslim #8 in arrangedmarriage #8 in baking #21 in halal STARTED: 19th June 2018 COMPLETED: 27th February 2020 Copyright © 2018 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