There are winds of destiny that blow when we least expect them. Sometimes they gust with the fury of a hurricane, sometimes they barely fan one's cheek. But the winds cannot be denied, bringing as they often do a future that is impossible to ignore. 21st August, 1994......... a day which many destinies were sealed. Some found love, others were separated from loved ones while some were scarred for eternity. Muhammad kabeer Dikko; the guy with the devil-may-care attitude. Handsome, charismatic, ruthless are word which all vividly describes the rich and carefree heir to the fortune called Argon oil and gas. He has no worries at all in life, unless it has to do with the apple of his eyes, his Umma's Amana, the sweet and loving Mahra Muhammad Dikko. The smart and sassy Zulaikha Sabine Al-fayeed, born half Italian, half Nigerian, the 22 year old is the dream of every eligible bachelor in town! The sensational Niima Abdallah, the sweet one and only daughter of a rich oil tycoon. She's what you'd love to call the belle of the ball. The undefeatable Bakhtiar Arab. A 45year old sadist who found love in the least expected place; the arms of a lady far his junior. Ahmad Sadeeq, otherwise known as the geek. The guy with insatiable love for knowledge. Cousin and bestfriend to our rich boy Muhammad Kabeer. Khayri, the 17 year old happy-go-lucky granddaughter of a village farmer who lost her parents at a tender age. Wani wasa qaddara da SANADI ke shirin yi da rayuwar wannan mutane. What could the connection be? As the saying goes 'We can only fight destiny but never can we change it'. Join me in this intriguing piece full of roller coasters of emotions as we unfold the connection between these lives. Ba zaku yi dana sanin karanta SANADI ba. That i promise.

He looked at me with so much adoration in his eyes that made my stomach do double flips and my heart just melted. "I will shield you from all the harm in this world. I will make sure everyone accepts the shade of your skin and your brunette hair. You will never ever feel like you don't belong here anymore. You deserve to be happy like every princess. And you will forever be happy. I promise you this. " The tears were swimming at the brim of my eyes gently cascaded down my face just as he finished his sentence. I trusted him. I knew he meant it. And for the first time in my life,I was glad I was married to this man.

Abdulhameed: She's my dream girl. Fatima: He's always been my crush, every girl has a crush on him. Abdulhameed: I love her. Fatima: I love him. Abdulhameed: I'm doing it for my father. Fatima: I'm literally forced. Abdulhameed: But she still loves her ex. Fatima: But he still loves his ex wife. Abdulhameed: And its just two years marriage. Fatima: And its just two years marriage.

We all love the "How did you meet?" stories. Here is a short story about how Ammi met hers.

He grew up in Nigeria She grew up in Saudi Arabia She's an open book He has a closed heart She hates complicated things He doesn't even know what is complicated and what's not. She's a chatterbox and she's fascinated by the fact that he doesn't get mouth odour from his extreme silence. Or is she just too noisy to know that he actually talks too. She accepts reality easily He get confused & depressed then locks his soul just because its hard to accept reality. He lost his loved ones She lost her world But she recovered while he's still finding it hard to recover. They have one thing in common though. They are both doctors. Is he ever going to accept qadr? Will he open up his heart? Will he accept a new love?

#1 in Sultan, more times than I can count. "Promise me, promise me oh brother, that you will take care of Sultan, promise me you will rule this Empire justly and truthfully in my absence. Promise me you will guard the throne for him, and when he reaches the age of 21, promise me you will marry a righteous woman for him and make him Emir."

Humaira: It's so sad what happened. Farhan: I'm trying hard to get over it. Humaira: A tragic car accident claimed the lives of two wonderful people. Farhan: i lost two very dear people. Humaira: The okhtars lost their son and daughter inlaw. Farhan: My brother and sister in law died. Humaira: They left a son behind. Farhan: And there's imran. Humaira: I'm getting married to their other son, for the boy. We're adopting him. Farhan: i have to get married before i can get full custody of him. Humaira: it's an arranged marriage. Farhan: I'm being forced into this. Humaira: I'm happy I'll be bringing a smile to the boy's face. He's why I'm doing this. Farhan: I'm doing this for imran. I'm not happy about it. Humaira: He's the only reason. Farhan: He's the only reason. *All rights reserved *

Are you a teenage girl? If you are, did you know you probably have over 200 problems?

Ruqayyah Ameen has always been her family's pride, cherished for her beauty, kindness, and unwavering dedication to tradition and religion. Strong yet sensitive, outspoken yet deeply connected to her roots, she has always followed the path her family laid out for her. But when she meets Al-Amin, her world is turned upside down. As Ruqayyah experiences the joys and struggles of first love, she must confront new emotions, challenges, and choices that will shape her future. Join Ruqayyah on a heartfelt journey of love, faith, and self-discovery as she navigates the delicate balance between family, tradition, and her own heart.

Three young men named 'A3' Abdulazeez, Abdulrazaq and Abdulzaheer. They're powerful, rich, handsome, religious, obsessed polo players and any other thing a guy could ask for. Despite their ego and pride, one of the A3 fall in love with a girl they hardly like..it's true we have our dreams and desires but destiny can't be avoided. The girl on the other hand is exceptionally beautiful both in and out, smart, independent and outspoken. Her parents are not rich neither are they poor. One thing she hates the most is being disrespected and looking down on.. Read more to see how destiny get them together despite how different they are.. Will they get to fulfill their dream of marriage or not?