Zarah thought she understood shame.. Until honour wore the face of the one she hates most.. Four years ago..they walked away..the distance became duty.. Now..fate pulls them back into a storm of rumours..silence and everything their culture wouldn't forgive.. In the end..it was never about who would break first or who would kneel beneath the weight of honour..it was about love But in a world where dignity is survival..feelings are luxuries only the reckless could afford "Mutunci yafi zinariya daraja" Honour is more precious than gold.. But what if it costs your heart? __><>_> Author's note Assalamu aleikun Readers! This is a fictional story which depicts Northern Nigeria..I'm not from there..but I love the northerners culture so much So..with that said..this story might not align with some of the cultures there..but I will try my best Insha'Allah DISCLAIMER:: THIS IS NOT A HALAL LOVE STORY

Labarin soyayya,da nadama

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Highest Rank #61 Mum was struggling to breathe, her legs kicking hard as they shuffled on the floor. I pulled on dad's hands which gripped mum's neck but he was quick to nudge me with his shoulder, forcing me to stagger, hitting my head on the wall. Tiny white stars danced before my eyes as quick darkness closes in on me. Mum was gasping. Dad hasn't let go. I staggered up, my eyes clearing off a little as I rushed to dad. Glancing at mum, her pupils were dilating, the white part of her eyeballs slowly taking over completely. Dad's eyes were bloodshot with no emotions whatsoever registered in them. Mum's kicks were slowing down with her hand slowly losing grip. I screamed and bite into dad's hands, chewing as though I was hungry for meat. The metallic taste of blood trickled into my mouth but I didn't let go as I bit harder. All his efforts to push me away were in vain as I kept my gaze on mum, every slow kick she gave urging me to bite in more. Then dad let go. And mum's body slumped. Sprawling on the floor like a bunch of weak leaves. I let go off dad's hand and rushed to her. No pulse. No heartbeat. ****** This emotional fiction gives it's readers an opportunity to peek into the life of a pained woman and her struggles to survive when abandoned by a man she's ever loved. ****** African society has given men so much control over women. No matter what a woman accomplishes in life, once she's not under a man, she's seen as utter useless.... Religion, society and family have subconsciously compelled African women into accepting everything including domestic violence as long as the 'Mrs' title is retained. Many women have lost their lives through physical and emotional abuse. They stay put in abusive relationships cos most are afraid to bear the tag "divorcee", so they rather die than leave. Most African men are proud cheats, with the excuse that "men are polygamous in nature". Sadly, women are the most supporters of this false ideology.

A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY 20/10/2017 Highest Rank #1 in Non Fiction 14/12/17 #1 In Nigerian Stories Selected as NonFiction September Spotlight 09/09/2018 to 09/10/2018 Based on a true life story. Have you ever struggled to survive? Faced with constant sexual abuse? Beaten and left for dead? How did you survive? It's central theme is abuse. This true story showcases the various horrible experiences most housemaids are forced to undergo in the hands of their guardians in Nigeria and in other parts of the world. It is a heart wrenching story which must definitely bring tears to your eyes. And if you were once a housemaid, this story might make you relive past experiences you once had. It also tries to show how most parents become involuntary accomplices to their child's plight. It is based on true events, however names and characters, location and scenes have been changed for personal and security reasons. All rights reserved. Please do not share or use any part of this story without express permission from the author. Say no to plagiarism!