A love that was once a sensation, now a tragedy, and a heartbreak that is harder to overcome. He's sweet with a smile as gentle and delicate as a sunflower. Now an unrecognizable monster whose sweetness turns into toxicity, anger and violence. Meet Jamila Kabir in her journey to womanhood and channeling her inner power as a young northern Nigerian woman.

ta wayi gari ne da hayhuwar yaron daba tasan wanene ubanshi ba, kwatakwata kwatakwata bata iya tuna ryuwar da tayi abaya, tirkashi littafin wacece ita littafine daya kunshi soyayya, rudani, tashin hankali dakuma tausayi, kubiyoni dan jin wannan kayataccen labari.

The path of two heartbroken persons cross by a marriage arranged by their parents. They both heal their broken hearts together, showering each other with love and totally forgetting their past. But what happens when the causes of their heartbreak try to wreck the new bond between them. Read and find out!!!

"Please I'm sorry I'll wash them on time you're hurting me." I begged my step mom who was pulling my hair, tears rolling down my cheeks. "Mommy she doesn't deserve to be pitied." Anisa my step sister said. "Now go wash them and if you dare not wash my clothes on time again I'll make your life more worst than that of the person in hell." My step mom said and threw me on the cold tiled floor. I didn't realize when blood was gushing out of my head. ************* Laiba is living with her cruel Step mom while her loving Dad goes on buisness trips. She was insulted and has been called a bastard. Will she ever find happiness in her life??? Follow me as her life changed in just a blink of an eye. ************ This is a work of fiction. If anyone happens to be in this state then it's totally a coincidence. It's all from the author's imagination.

Aasim Mukhtar Galadima And And Hafsa Abubakar Bulama; Two Strangers whom fathers are best friend. When they get married by knowing only each others names, things starts off on a rough path with Hafsa's gentle nature colliding with Aasim's arrogance but with time, he realizes his arrogance towards her was only to blind the fact that he is in love with her. Will Hafsa reciprocate his love despite all the hardships she faced because of him?

[Reached #1 in Spiritual] He stands there tall, but not the same man I saw yesterday. This man had his shoulders slouched, he was heaving up and down. Not strong and confident as his usual self. His back was to me but he was facing the large office wall that's made out of glass. He leaned closer to the glass and put his head against it. His right hand joined and the glass started fogging. His breathing slowly blurring out the lively New York City. "Mr. Saleh?" I Whispered. He sighs heavily and turns around. I was shocked. His eyes were puffy and red. A fresh tear was slowly making its way down his cheek. He cleared his throat and clenched his jaw. "What?"

"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)

{ Highest Ranking 👉🏻 #1 in Spiritual/ Islamic love story } I felt hurt seeing him in pain, pain, which wasn't so obvious to him. // .... Emotions overwhelming my unfaithful heart, I told him, "Assalam Alaikum, Ammar... your hand..." And they came covering us, maybe he didn't hear me. We walked towards the car, my attention on his bruised hand. Before we entered I took the first aid box. He stood there, tall, eyes ~ deep enough to drown me. He made my heart mad and it shivered as I neared him. I saw him grin and he let out a chuckle, and I asked him, terrified but fearless, "Why are you laughing ?" He turned to give me a closer look, his cold eyes examining every detail of mine and finally he spoke in his heavy Emirati accent that blew my senses, with a smirk alongside. What attitude !!! "Am I the doctor or you ? -I gave him a sideways death glare- And I told him, "I'm your wife," He raised his eyebrow side ways and I raised mine sideways too. And he talked again, burning what remained of me, my ears curious to listen to him. He told me to get in the car bluntly. I denied !! This time I wasn't going to listen to him. And he stared at me - his eyes speaking a lot yet they were so quiet. I saw him take a sigh of defeat! He moved up to me, close... closer.... bridging the gap that let air pass between us. And my fragrance blended in his enchanting one. *Takes a deep breath*

Labari ne akan 'yan mata 3 wad'anda suka sha gwagwarmayar duniya suka ga bala'i a rayuwar su kala-kala, labarin ya gino ne akan makirci, yaudara, cin mana, fansa

MATAR ABDALLAH.. A Firgice tace "Na shiga uku.!Me kake sha Abdallah? Murmushi ya sakar mata yana fad'in "Giyane ko kema zaki sha Matar Abdallah.? Fitowar yar budurwa daure da towel ya katse mata abunda tayi niyyar fad'a. Dukan kirjinta ya tsananta yayin ta kasa furta kalma ko daya. "Meet my ex-friend Matar Abdallah." ya fad'a tare da nuna matashiyar budurwar. "Impossible Abdallah.! "I will make it to be possible Matar Abdallah." Ya fad'a dauke da dariyar dake nuna alamomi da yawa. ** "Allah ya isa Abdallah wallahi baran tab'a yafe maka ba a rayuwata Tsinanne la'anannen Allah " Tattausan murmushi ya sake lokacin da yake daura towel a k'ugunshi yana fad'in "Ki dinga jam'i Matar Abdallah, tsinannu, la'anannun Allah, ni kam na yafe maki." Har ya juya ya kuma juyowa tare da jefa mata wani irin mahaukacin kallo yana fad'in"Matar Abdallah ki taimaka ki wanke Abdallahn ki yau mana." MATAR ABDALLAH