NOTE: THIS BOOK IS JUST A PREVIEW. An announcement would be made when the complete book becomes available. Hauwa'u Jiddarh is an ambitious, hardworking young lady with a fierce attitude. She's ready to fight for what she believes to be right even if the whole world were to be against her. Her life took a turn for the worst when her hero turned into a villain. Suddenly, she found herself saddled with responsibilities that came without a manual. She had to improvise, after all, giving up was not an option, not when the lives of the people she cared the most for were at stake. Jiddarh built so many walls to protect herself from more emotional scars after being hurt by the one person she thought would protect her for the rest of her life. With no other alternative, she had to be strong. But even the strongest women get tired, because of all they carry. She's strong, but she's exhausted. Will someone finally break down those walls? ******* Copyright © 2020 Maimunatu I Bukar. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise without prior written permission of Maimunatu I Bukar. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ©️ Maimunatu I Bukar.

Join me as I tell you the story of the timid and naive Safaa.. And how her moderate life took a turn within a blink of an eye...

 She was not an ordinary lady. Even the texture of her hair was alluring, she has perfectly arched brows and long eyelashes that rest beautifully on her cheekbones. Her deep hazel orbs, they sent shivers down the spine of people. Her subtle skin catches eyes from the first glimpse, and a touch from her is toe curling. She has a sense of decency amalgamated with a unique fashion. She was the real definition of Damsel. Tanzeel....The extraordinary lady. But, even with an intense stare, one couldn't tell she was blind and died within. What does destiny has in store for her? Could it change her almost perfect life? Thanks for stopping by, first my name is Na'imah Ahmad💕 I have a thing for reading, and love writing sooo much. Genuine smile from my lips? I get a plot twisty.

Salamatu smiled and scoffed, her signature evil gesture. This was not the first time her husband Mallam Garba was bringing a new wife into their home and she was sure it's not going to be the last, but what she was most certain about is that, this new wife, just like the 18 others that left before her, would not live to tell the story in Garba's house. A dramatic polygamous household, awestruck and humor filled rollercoaster.

{Completed} Jawahir Malik Zayyad, the last thing she expected to happen to her is getting married. Especially when she has just finished high school and about to have as she thought, the best time of her live. All those dreams and desires were abruptly snatched away from her when her grandmother demands she gets married this instant. Then came in Aayan Abbas Abdullah, the last thing on his mind or agenda is getting married, he has no passion or interest whatsoever. Then all of a sudden his parents proposed the idea of him getting married to one of his dad's best friend's daughter. 'The ball is in your court' they said. He has the utmost desire to fulfill his Ammiey's wish, which is to get married, as he is the only son. Will they learn how to love each other? Or will darkness take over?! What happens when they each find out that there's more than what just meet the eyes between the two of them? Join me as I tell you the love story of Aayan and Jawahir!!! #JaYan❤✨🌹🔐 Rankings; #1 in arabs #1 in hausa #1 in wattpadbanters #2 in spiritual #2 in nigeria #3 in nigerian #3 in muslimlovestory #5 in muslim #8 in arrangedmarriage #8 in baking #21 in halal STARTED: 19th June 2018 COMPLETED: 27th February 2020 Copyright © 2018 Maimunatu I Bukar. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise without prior written permission of Maimunatu I Bukar. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ©️ Maimunatu I Bukar

HIGHEST RANKING: #8 IN MUSLIM LOVE This Islamic love story plays a modern twist on religious customs while remaining Halaal. Embark on a journey of love and heartbreak with Husna and Zaid as they discover their identities and the definition of love, true love "Haraam love starts in high school and ends when you make Nikkah, real love starts after Nikkah and never ends, for Allah has promised to keep you together in Jannah"

{ 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*

One Number Dialed wrong. Could it have been a coincidence? Nah, i would preferably stick to fate. Amirah Adamu Bawa, the well known daughter of His excellency Alhaji Adamu Bawa, the well respected Governor of Bauchi State and Hajiya Nafisah Hamza, a daughter to the Emir of Katagum, Bauchi state finds herself interacting with a stranger over the phone. One thing leads to another and a scandal gets formed. 0o0 "You don't know. You can't predict the future" "Let's not beat around the bush and deceive ourselves but I don't see you in my future" I laughed incredulously, tears were threatening to escape now, making my eyes sting but I was never a weakling and I won't start being one over his hurtful words. Not now, not ever. "You better start seeing me in it because there's no where I'm going. We'll live together, share a room, share a bathroom, inhale in each other's scents, share our stories, you'll be someone's Father and I, Amirah Bawa will be their mother. I'll be in every sentence, in every line of your life's story one way or the other" "You're dreaming" He spat "hopelessly" he added with a mock smile. "No" I shook my head again "You're the one who's dreaming because look around you, we just finished taking the pictures that will inform the world of our impending nuptials" "Impending doom more like" He cut through my words with a sarcastic remark. "I learn to embrace what life throws at me" I taunted. His eyes clasped tightly with mine, he was so mad that his fury reflected in his gaze. They were so dark I thought I was going to pee on my self. "You can't embrace the misery I'll bring with me" With each step Kamal took I felt myself pressing, sinking further into the door. 0o0

Same religion, different ethnicity! This story practically revolves around the relationship between two culturally different persons, and the challenges they faced in getting the approval of their parents in their inter-tribal marriage. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Manal Usman is 21 years old and has just finished her NYSC program. She's the daughter of Usman Maidoki, the district head of Unguwan Doki. Her father is widely known for his tribalism and prejudice, thus no one in their family is allowed to marry someone outside their ethnicity, Hausa. Idris Abdulmalik is a 28-year-old Pharmacist working with one of the public hospitals in Kano. His mother is Igala from Kogi State and his father is Nupe from Niger State. They have been living in Kano for nearly two decades now... •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• This is outrightly not a true life story but a product of my own imagination. Hence, any resemblance to an actual event is a mere coincidence. However, you should know that the locales are a combination of reality and whims. Read more by adding this book to your library. Thank you. Dedicated to Haulat S. Adamu (Rest In Peace)

He needed help She helped him He needed guidance She guided Him He needed love She loved him He was lost She found him She was broken He mended her She cried He wiped her tears She was in pain He was her cure She was lost He found her ......................