Fear sometimes, many times, creep up my spine and settles into my skin. I fear so many things in life. Death, snakes, the dark, clown with eerie smiles, an uncomfortable silence and being watched without knowing. All these are things, however that grip my soul with minimum intensity. The one thing that gets a strong hold of me, that closes down and crushes the walls on me is... the feeling of being alone. Not just the absence of a person that loves me, not only the death of a loved one but the soul-jacking fear of my whole being that engulfs me even when I am in the midst of people. The fear of being abandoned, of being left behind, of not understood, of being enclosed in a bubble no one can burst. The fear of looking down at my hands and knowing no one will interlink with them, of having thoughts no one will hear, of gulping down panic because as much as I am here in the midst of people I know and love, no one will take a step forward to assure their presence. The fear of being alone.

A young muslimah,Ashwaq, wakes up from a coma in a hospital experiencing amnesia. The thought of having a blank mind is killing her,why can't she remember? what caused her accident that led to her coma? Can she do this on her own? she meets her doctor,Yusuf again. How far can he go with aiding her without being her Mahram? Can Yusuf cope being close to the one his heart desires? Check out more of this book on okadabooks.com. The next book is coming up also named' The crystal in the sea' Don't forget to read, vote!!! Instagram at maibornu_inks. If you want to get to see more of my works, write ups and quotes.

Maheen's life has never been awesome. But it wasn't all terrible either. What happens when all that Maheen cares about is snatched from her fingers and she has no one to turn to. Akram's life is as smooth as it could be. If you ignore the constant pestering by his mother to get married that is. What happens when Akram has his eyes on someone, who has made it very clear she doesn't appreciate his presence but he can't just get himself to leave. Read on as fate turns what seemed to be a coincidence into something more. A story of love, hatred, happiness and Sorrow.

it is about a young muslimah who faces challenges and trials in her life but she holds on to her faith and succeeds. Aunty khadeejah won't stop until she make siddiqa's life miserable.she used her son samaad to achieve her goal.Is she going to win? siddiqa is a nice and intelligent girl with her friends Zahrah and Bilkisu who encourage her in every step she takes in life. They have a goal and that is to be successful. Read and explore the challenging life of the pious lady.

#1 in spiritual "You are mine!" He claimed, gazing at her deep hazel eyes intensely. "No, I was never yours."She countered, as a lone tear fell from her eyes. "You were and you are. I will not let you get married to anyone else and there will be only my name in your henna!" Daniyal smiled gandering at her delicate hands, which were soon going to be covered with henna, but with his name? "Aren't you happy that I am finally leaving your house! Please Daniyal! You know how much it took me to be okay after you broke our friendship! Then you came back again as if nothing happened?" Kinza Malak burst into tears. Her bottled up emotions exploded like a volcano abruptly! "I am sorry Kinza. I was a jerk back then; I spoilt everything. Please let me fulfil the promise, my dad made to your abbu," with that he walked away, hiding hurt and love in his emotionless eyes, leaving a shocking Kinza behind.

© 2017 All Rights Reserved Eighteen year old Hafsah gets admitted into her dream college to study psychology. There, she meets the arrogant and handsome Zayden. Twenty-two year old Zayden is a senior at her college who does nothing but chase everything in skirts. He goes clubbing every night, smokes, disrespects people and has several one night stands. But all that changes when the mysterious girl in a niqab stands up to him. He is intrigued by her audacity and wants to know the face behind the veil. The face of the girl that put him in his place and the face that maybe, just maybe, will make him fall in love. #wattysNG2020

What if Naruto wasn't as dumb as he acts? What if he wasn't as unskilled as he displays himself as? How would Naruto react when he was pushed over board?

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me." She raised her eyebrows. "I love fish, I catch cold very easily, I dislike pets and I like you." She stopped eating and looked at him wide-eyed. "What?" She started coughing. "Sorry." He passed her a tumbler of water and she gulped it down swiftly, her hands shaking as she dropped the cup on the table and looked up at him completely out of words. He smiled and sat back on his chair. "Yes Maryam, I have loved you for a long time, but I didn't realize it until now, and holding it is not something I can do anymore." "I...I...ya Muhammad..." she started but he cut her off, "you don't have to answer right now, just think about it. I don't want to force anything on you, I'll accept whatever decision you make." He smiled and went back to eating. She sat there awkwardly and couldn't even eat. She couldn't believe what he had just told her. She is Maryam Abubakar He is Muhammad Abduljabbar And this is their story😉❤️

The path of two heartbroken persons cross by a marriage arranged by their parents. They both heal their broken hearts together, showering each other with love and totally forgetting their past. But what happens when the causes of their heartbreak try to wreck the new bond between them. Read and find out!!!

A few minutes into the walk, I heard footsteps shuffling behind me. I tensed up and halted in my tracks. My heart began to pound violently in my chest. I felt too afraid to even do anything. I stayed glued to my spot, but that didn't stop the footsteps from approaching. Mustering all of the courage left in me, I spun around and to my utmost horror, two men - more like thugs were standing just few inches away from me. Ya Allah, please protect me! I don't want to die like this. I spun back around and started walking, my pace increasing rapidly. "Hey! Where the f*** do you think you're going, bit**" One of the men slurred. By the tone of his voice, I could tell he was tipsy or high. The rate of my fear intensified. MANAL ❤ ©2019