Dear (diary)....... Today is August 1 2016. Does that ring a bell? I just hope it does because if it doesn't ring a bell to your ears you're dead. Like really dead⚰ I'm going to tear you off and after that I'll burn you and dispose your ashes. So be warned! Well in case you forgot today is August 1 2016. Which means it is 25 days to go. Yay! Can't wait....... I hope everything goes well This book is about Hauwa Ahmed, a crazy 17 year old, counting down to her 18th. She's crazy, wild, a big fan of big sean might I add and...searching for love?......What could possibly go wrong. After all, she is turning 18😉 Follow Hauwa as she counts down to her 18th birthday. And oh yeah...help her find "love"

# 3rd in Spiritual (1st April 2019) # 12 in Spiritual (11th May 2017) # 13 in Spiritual (6th May 2017) Aliya 21 single, princess of her Father and caring friend. Family is her first love next to Allah. she loves to make others happy even by making small things. she is known for her cooking skills among her friends. She believes in arrange Marriage and big dreamer. She dreams to Marry a Man of her dreams but what her Destiny's plan for her. will she be able to live with it or she will give up ?. keep reading to find out what true love means to Aliya and be part of Aliya"s journey to support her and encourage her to have Faith in Allah.. copyright reserved. This is my original fictional story and it's for entertainment purposes only so don't copy the story. - Comments from the readers - "@FrozenRaio : you did a great job miss author " " @nayab26 : I am in love with whole book😍😍😍😍😍" "@Shezi97 : woow! Epilogue is awesome as always ... "

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||