Copyright © 2024. All Rights Reserved. It wasn't how she could never seem to pronounce his name, "Qasim," correctly, always calling him "Kasim" since she was young. Nor was it her innocence, which seemed to follow her everywhere, highlighted by her delicate Fulani features that could be recognized from miles away. It was her, entirely. Her very existence was the axis upon which Amir Qasim's life revolved. But when that axis was removed, his world was thrown into chaos. Being born the eldest child of the Sultan wasn't his choice, nor was becoming the next Sultan, burdened with immense responsibilities. Yet he accepted it, carrying those duties he so deeply resented. Becoming the next Sultan's wife wasn't her choice either, nor was becoming the eldest Princess of the Kubi Caliphate. So why was she forced to bear the brunt of the grudge he harbored within? Why did she have to endure the short end of the stick? From the moment she stepped into the world of royalty, she knew the path would be hard-fought. But she wasn't willing to lose. Why should she? She harbors the same hatred towards him. However, there is a saying, "The more you hate, the more you love." By Ferdeausee.

She was not only born with a silver spoon, she was rocked in a diamond cradle and raised in a gold castle. She had the world at her feet and on her finger tips giving her the permanent title 'Daulah' and the name Maimunatu almost ceased to exist. With a rare kind of beauty and an exceptional personality, she had heads turning to her and wanting to dance to her tunes but it took a single look from the last person she would spare a glance to point out to her all the places where she was broken. Realizing that she needed a heart to fit in to get fixed, she set out for his but Mukhtar only wished he had one to give her.... But she wasn't a girl who gave up, she knew he had one in there and set on a mission to find it, looking into every corner of his darkness until she got caught in his storm of curse which threatened to drown them.

The lives of Maryam, Yusuf, Zainab and Abdallah. How are they connected? Read to find out! * #1 in Arewa #1 in Muslim #1 in Maryam #1 in Zainab #1 in Yusuf #1 Abdallah #3 in Nigerian The first few chapters of this story are a little bit cringy and I must admit, poorly written so read at your own risk! But as you go on, I promise my writing gets better so come along and join me on this journey!

She was lost, but He found her. *** It wasn't the way she flinched whenever someone touched her hand, or how she bites her lip to stop her tears from falling but the way he could easily detect her broken pieces even from afar. And that alone makes him determined to find her broken pieces.. Not to mention her enchanting beauty.

Halima Aliyu's style is pretty simple: Live life to the fullest and be successful while at it. She deems her life pretty simple; she's not looking for a husband, her salon is going along nicely and she can eat sharwarma anytime she wants. That is the goal! But, what is peace of mind for a woman who's mother-in-law is the bane in her existence? Dealing with her and her many directives is enough to turn our girl's hair grey. What then happens when she meets two little angels who matchmake her with their daddy, and her mother-in-law's directives can't be followed. Is her rose colored life about to turn grey?

*Could you ever love a broken person?* "I understand that you're broken," he said as he lifted her chin so she stared directly into his eyes. "But I want you to understand that it is my job to restore the happiness you lost. I am your husband now, Afrah. And it is my responsibility to make you happy. So that is my mission from now until the end of time." Afrah stared down at her hands, feeling as though her soul was being wrenched from her body. She couldn't look him in the eye. Not after what she had gone through. Not when she still saw the devil in his eyes. * It is said that the most painful wounds leave the deepest scars. No one could attest to that more than Afrah Aminu. For eleven years she's kept a secret to herself, knowing that she might never be able to tell anyone. Not that she wanted to. But now, with the sudden arrival of a strange man in her life, she finds herself thrown into the terrifying situation of having to relive it all. As he tears down each and every wall she has set up around her heart, the memories of that haunting night come crashing in waves. Will she be able to survive it? Or will she be crushed underneath its weight?

Highest ranking: #1 in #Hausa as of 27th June, 2018 : #1 in #Nigerian as of 8th August, 2018 One promise, one favour plus a broken heart brings two people from entirely different worlds together. On one side is ordinary, young, naive and sweet Rukkayya while on the other hand is stupendously rich, refined and broken Ahmad. What could fate have in store for these two? Find out in Treasures and Thorns!

He craved the sweetness of her touch, crazed in a frenzy for a woman too pure for his bitter life. * * * * Tasneem was a natural artist. She could create masterpieces with anything whether it be makeup, paints, or cooking. Her tuition bills are becoming too hard for her family to handle and their café isn't as popular as it was before. Until one day, the ruthless CEO of Tarkan Industries walks in and completely changes everything. Two personalities that constantly clash and a tragic past leave Tasneem more eager to unravel the mysteries behind the cold CEO. Perhaps, she might finally be the one to bring peace to his bitter soul with only the recipe of sweetness. (Book Two in the American Muslimah Trilogy, but can be read as a stand alone) •Cover by @IamSumayya• [Featured by Wattpad] [Highest ranking: #1 in Spiritual] WARNING: Last few chapters are removed for publishing. Book is published and available on Amazon :D

She knew that her work wouldn't let her rest, Was aware that every day would be a test. It was her passion though, to see the last smiles, Although they haunted her for the longest of times. He was a wonder in this world, Possessed a heart of gold. His heart bled for every atrocity the ummah faced, His Soul shook every time an innocent was shot dead. She couldn't believe that he was hers, And he was on a mission to never see her in tears. She remembered this when a cry escaped its cage, And knew that he would love her even after his last breath.