Imagine living a life VOICELESS *HIDDEN *ALONE That's Ilhaam's world. A girl with a broken heart. A voice longing to be heard. A love that will change everything. She is Ilhaam Bello Abdullahi He is Anwar Ahmad Jada After losing her voice in a childhood accident, Ilhaam learned to survive in silence. People call her boring, nerdy, too quiet - but inside her is a storm of feelings no one has ever truly seen. And then there is Anwar Ahmad Jada. A man who, on the surface, has everything - brilliance, wealth, respect. A renowned cardiothoracic surgeon, admired by many, he lives a life of order and control. To the world, he is confident, untouchable, the man who saves lives without hesitation. But beneath that polished exterior lies a heart that has long refused love. To him, marriage is a burden, affection a distraction. He has convinced himself that no woman could ever see past his status into the man he really is. Behind his walls lies a quiet loneliness he would never admit. Until Ilhaam. The girl with the fractured voice becomes the one person who unsettles him, who challenges his certainty, who teaches him that brokenness does not mean unworthy. With her, he begins to see that some hearts don't need saving - they need understanding. Anwar saves lives every day, but can he save himself? Can he heal Ilhaam, or will she heal him? She lost her voice. He found his love. Together, they'll write a story louder than words. Because sometimes, the heart speaks louder than a thousand voices.

An English Hausa novel. Aisha, a girl with dreams and ambition. She wants to further her education and become an independent woman. But what will she do when her father wants her to get married. She prays He swears The masjid is her best place The bar is his best place This is also a story between two different people. Will they accept each other. Find out in this story. No rude comment and English is not my first language. And not edited guy's so read at your own risk. Formally known as Aisha (indo)

(#32 in spiritual🔥 on 31-01-2018) EDITING. My name is Hayrah Adil. I'm 24 years old and blessed with an adorable baby girl Maya. I've been married to my husband, Abdul-jabbar Marwan for the past four years now and I've never been happier. He treats me like a queen. He made me to forget the bad and tough times I experienced before. He's my knight in shining armor. He's the love of my life. Jabbar really did a lot for me. I came from a poor family. I'm an orphan. My fathered died when I was 15. He left me with only my mom and small brother zayd. Jabbar lost his father too, five years ago. I met Jabbar at the company he worked when I was doing my NYSC program. He kept Chasing me around. Buying food stuff for us. That time I hated him. Overnight Allah changed my feelings towards Jabbar. I love Jabbar so much, not because of his money but for the sake of Allah. His mom and his two junior sisters hate my sight. They hate me with all their hearts. They think I'm here because of his money. I always try my best to impress his mom but she never seem to care. "A poor and filthy brat like you shouldn't be anywhere close to my son" that's what his mom says all the time. She hates me with all her life. That's why she's planning on ruining my marriage with Jabbar. And Insha Allah it will never happen.

Twisted love story and family saga.

"I got someone pregnant," A simple word that bore so much weight, it was only the beginning of how they fell apart, of how everything changed. Those words shattered Ajike's very existence. Who knew words could shatter the very walls that words had built. Àjíkè's dilemma is how to make sure she gets out of it all unscathed. This is her story.

All the times Amira heard stories about him, in her head he was the perfect guy and all she wants is to meet him... So she meets him, but what she got to see was the exact opposite of what she thought. Adam went through alot growing up, after loosing his parents at a very young age, he didn't expect to find another person that he would hold dear to his heart.

{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

I walked down the white hallways filled with the smell of bleach and chlorine. The lights above were too bright, too luminescent. I can't think. I can't look straight. I can't breathe. Everything was blurry. I touched my cheeks and felt tears cascade down to my chin. My steps faltered. My heart wouldn't stop beating out of my chest. "I'm sorry Nouran." She had looked at me sadly, eyes filled with emptiness. No, no, no. What am I going to do? What am I going to tell him? Him. Izhar. I can't breathe.... Allah. •|#1 in Spiritual on February 20th, 2016 // March 26th, 2016 // May 20th, 2016 // June 25th, 2016 // July 3rd, 2016 // July 13th, 2016 // July 28th, 2016 // August 2nd, 2016 // August 13th, 2016 // December 28th, 2016 // January 21st, 2017 // January 27th, 2017 // March 23rd, 2017|• ||1 million reads as of May 12th, 2017|| ||2 million reads as of September 15th, 2018|| ||3 million reads as of July 15th, 2020|| ||A Wattpad Featured Story as of August 11th, 2017|| ||100K votes as of February 20th, 2018||

"Anee place your hand here" he said using his index finger to point to his chest and I slowly place my hand there feeling his heartbeat in fast motion.. A mixture of happiness and live with pure ever after. "What do you feel?" He asked "Your heart beating extremely fast" "That's my life with you inside" he smiles sending shivers down my spine. "Without me your heart will still be beating.." I challenge confuse. "But Ahmaad will be nothing but a walking dead. . ." *** *** This is not your predictable story. it's a long journey with Ahmaad and Haneesa as the lead, a journey of love and mushiness, it's spicy and hot and you won't know what will hit you. Keep the tissue close by. All rights reserved! Cover by: Hijabifemenist

"So you don't care if I spend the rest of my life jumping from one girl's bed to another?" he asked turning to me. I looked at him, feeling the tears wanting to fall down my cheeks but I swallowed them down. "Of course not, you mean a lot to me. You're like my brother. I would want to see you settle down with a girl when the time comes" "Brother... there's that word" he whispered bitterly. "What's wrong with the word?" "Is that all I'll ever be to you? A brother" he spat out the word like it was a disease. I shrugged. "Is it too bad that I actually want to be more Najma?" ************************** It's finally Summer and Najma Barde is more than happy to be back home, planning on having a peaceful holiday... cue in members of the Arewa Heartbreakers Association and a school enemy... this summer was going to be anything but peaceful.