After Asiya graduated from secondary school, her life takes a drastic turn when she loses her father. Ever since, she'd changed. Her older brother Ya Sadiq takes it upon himself to take care of his family and most especially his youngest sister. When Asiya finished University, her life changed when marriage comes knocking at the door! Follow me on this journey of lies, heartbreak and of course, not your ordinary love story. Setting- Abuja, Nigeria.

A girl That always makes people HAPPY but Behind her smiles is PAIN in her heart

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)

~~~~~~ When two ends meet, does that mark it the end? Or the beginning of another roller coaster? ~~~~~~ There's a hausa saying "kowa ya bar gida, gida ya barshi." In the case of two sisters, could that proverb be the best description to their situation? • • Zubaida Musa, a teenage girl, whose tender teenage hood was snatched away from her by the cruelties of this world is yet again faced by many other challenges, and leaving her home was the biggest of them. And her sister Ruqayyah, who was a survivor of a toxic marital relationship. Could surviving it alone mark the end of the bitter memories? Or they haunt her from time to time. © Halimatu Abdulrazak

Tears are a sacred link between the heart and soul. They are not the omen of weakness, but a sign of power. They speak more eloquently than thousands of tongues and speak in lengths, no other language can reach. They speak beyond the true boundaries of love and hate, for, these two are such strong words that they can melt hearts but at the same time, can initiate storms and hurricanes of destruction. ~.~.~.~ Her tears narrated stories, her lips were afraid to speak of. She begged for justice and she begged for freedom from the pain she was enduring. But lamentably, life failed at giving her all that. Could only death grant her all that she begged for? Cover by @tentimileyin 2018 Copyright © all legal rights belong to @oluwatimileyin11™ This material may not published, rewritten, copied and translated without my consent. ||81 in generalfiction||-2nd of August, 2018.

Do not let your book be a reason for Allah to be upset with you. The fundamental issue of the growing library of Islamic books on Wattpad is the spiritual accuracy of the concepts that they explore. The reason I'm writing this book is because I've come across too many mistakes in Islamic books, particularly the romance novels that we so commonly indulge ourselves in. Turns out that terrible grammar and cliché's are now the least of your problem, rather it's the religious authenticity. This problem is terribly far-fetched and much too common for anyone's benefit. Take some time out to read this book instead of that 'Islamic' love story and bring yourself back to reality.

*NOT EDITED READ AT YOUR OWN RISK* BOOK II (OF THE BEST BEFORE MARRIAGE SERIES) Maryann yousuf was happily married to her rich spouse Othman McKinney but her live took a drastic turn when Othman took in a second wife

As I remember the color of his eyes and the way that they would penetrate my soul like the tips of spears that had been dipped in the sweet poison of love. It was like a hundred arrows were launched in my direction when he would look at me and each arrow went straight to my heart.... Let me backtrack as I allow you to make your way into the front seat...