At mid twenties, Salma moved with an aura of a dignified conduct and self integrity. She had built around herself beautiful walls where she was sorrounded by a great family, a job she loved, few amazing friends and a super cool boyfriend. Her life was good and she couldn't ask for more. Everything came crashing down when a phase in her past stormed back at her, breaking the walls and taking everything away from her, resulting behind a bed-stricken sick mother and an unforgiving disappointed father who shut the doors on her, and worse, she found herself married to the cause of her misery, a man she barely knew, and hatred was one word to describe what she felt for him. Tareeq, an influential industrialist had always been a man of a few words, but somehow, he got a hideous word out which threatened to shatter a family. In a desperate need to right his wrong, he made a rash and irrational decision and now he was married to a girl with a questionable past. He didn't know if he would be able to accept her. She promised to make his life a living hell. Destiny had something else in store for them. Add this book to your library today and join in this roller coaster...

Through the cruise of love; there tends to be desolations, heartbreaks, and painful detriments. But if there was true ardour; the beholder of the love would persevere in the face of the grudges, the heart scourging pains, and pertubs. She was a chivalrous lady, whom was heartbroken and vowed not to fall in love again. He was an introvert; whom seldom talk, nor could he envisage himself in love. They became acquaintanced, intimate friends, and finally deviate into inseparable lovers. Promises were made, altruism was clearly avowed, and a future was planned. Upon the series of heart spasm, the etching wounds, scourging pains, and the perforating heartbreaks that could crucify the hearts. Would they grapple the pains and make something out of their adulation? _____ It would be a roller coster ride, with series of heartbreaks, betrayals, and heart squirming pains. Just tag along, as I tell you the story of the consolidated lovers. Ayshatou.

The lives of Maryam, Yusuf, Zainab and Abdallah. How are they connected? Read to find out! * #1 in Arewa #1 in Muslim #1 in Maryam #1 in Zainab #1 in Yusuf #1 Abdallah #3 in Nigerian The first few chapters of this story are a little bit cringy and I must admit, poorly written so read at your own risk! But as you go on, I promise my writing gets better so come along and join me on this journey!

BROKEN HALVES||BOOK TWO OF DOWN HEARTED. If love is the disease, she knows he would be her cure. If love is the pain, she knows he would be her ease. If love is a monster, she knows he would be an angel. If love is a vampire, she knows he would be the magic that'll make her blood forbidden. But what happens if he's the one she loves? The one she's willing to give her heart and soul to? The one who makes her dumb and she losses her senses to? To her, he is the love clone she has read in books, seen in paintings, and the glow that comes with the moon. Could she call him Love? Because love gives nothing to her but pain. She loves him, because he makes their whole hearts turn into 'Broken Halves'. Follow me on this journey of pain, heartbreak and love. Book two of Down Hearted. Ayshatou.

I was in a dark place with no one to hear my cries, I screamed but the sound just echoed into a far distance The pain was unbearable from almost every part of my body especially around my thighs and my hands, my head also hurt I cried into the darkness but no one was there, I prayed and prayed till I found myself slowly slipping out of that world till I was met with blinding light Opening my eyes I looked around to the blank walls made of plain cement blocks, no paint or anything and so was the ground it looked like an uncompleted building but what bothered me the most was what I was in Was it the pain or the wetness I was feeling, i mustered up the courage and raised my pounding head looking up at my wide-spread legs and the pool of blood I was laying in I couldn't cry nor scream just fall back into the dark world I was recently in with one thought in mind What every woman kept and treasured the most was taken away from me.

NOW IN PAPERBACK At first sight, He decided she will be perfect for the job but would she be willing to risk it all? That too for a stranger she doesn't know. Najib Ahmad has it all from wealth, the charisma to the perfect wife: Zainab but what he and his wife lack to complete their perfect family is a child. Knowing she can't give birth after being married for four years and on Zainab's insistence, they decided to try surrogacy but with a twist as the term is forbidden in Islam. Hence, Najib agrees to remarry but only for a child and that's when he meets Fatima, A surrogate candidate who agreed to marry him and carry his child for Nine months after which they will part ways with no strings attached. It wasn't easy for Fatima not to fall for his gentle nature and charisma but she masked it all up knowing she is only linked to him by the child she is carrying. When Najib starts falling for Fatima, Will his perfect relationship with Zainab still be stable? And will Fatima be His Surrogate or his Wife?

Join me, let's unravel the story of two different people. He's a gardener in her father's house and she's treated like a slave in her father's house. A mother's love is the sacred kind of love. The love that wherever you are, no matter who you are and what becomes of you, is solid and the most needful love. It doesn't waver even on days that soft human being feels tired or depressed, it's always there whenever you need it. It's a love planted so deep that no one could ever reach its roots. The greatest of all loves. They both were hungry of it. They both were cold, they need a mother's closure, a mother's warmth and her love to fill their hearts. They live in two different worlds, where there's no path linking them. He lives as a gardener in her father's mansion, walking around every day with grief, and the starvation of a mother's love. She sees his grief without asking him, she sense his hunger before he speaks to her, she knows what he wants just staring at him. They have never shared a word about it, but through their hearts; Tariq and Zulekha knew their deep wounds that they both were certain would hurt for eternity.

*Could you ever love a broken person?* "I understand that you're broken," he said as he lifted her chin so she stared directly into his eyes. "But I want you to understand that it is my job to restore the happiness you lost. I am your husband now, Afrah. And it is my responsibility to make you happy. So that is my mission from now until the end of time." Afrah stared down at her hands, feeling as though her soul was being wrenched from her body. She couldn't look him in the eye. Not after what she had gone through. Not when she still saw the devil in his eyes. * It is said that the most painful wounds leave the deepest scars. No one could attest to that more than Afrah Aminu. For eleven years she's kept a secret to herself, knowing that she might never be able to tell anyone. Not that she wanted to. But now, with the sudden arrival of a strange man in her life, she finds herself thrown into the terrifying situation of having to relive it all. As he tears down each and every wall she has set up around her heart, the memories of that haunting night come crashing in waves. Will she be able to survive it? Or will she be crushed underneath its weight?

A battle of love between two people of different world. One is used to having a social and stable life and the other has to work hard in other to have a normal life. " hey Mr, are you stupid or what? If you know you are sick why not go to the hospital. If I wasn't driving a Range Rover my car would have had a scratch at the front . Take your stupid container out of my face, now I'm late for work all because of you. " I shouted at him and people around came closer to see what was the commotion all about and I don't give a damn that I insulted this low life, he deserves it. All this while, he only look stunned at my outburst, I hissed at him and turn to walk away but the stupid man held my arm in a strong hold . He look like he wants to strangle me " Don't ever talk to me like that. I repeat, don't ever shout at me" he angrily gritted out at me and at the same time, his hold on my arm tighten. It really hurt. "Just because, you're privileged to have fancy cars doesn't give you the right to talk to me like that, you spoilt brat. It's people like you that made people like us insult the rich " he shake his head in some worth like pity, for me? . I just look shock at him. How dare this low life insult me like this in public? " if you think you'll be respected just because you are high and mighty, then sweetheart you're wrong. No one would give you the respect you deserve if you don't change this stupid attitude of yours" I slap him right at the face with my other hand. Ride with me to the journey of love between Rahma and sadiq.

A collection of short stories which are cliches, euphoric, dark, crazy and what not. Make yourself comfortable and share this gamut of emotions with me. You guys will fall in love with these stories and the characters. Peace x - Maha lashari #2 in Pakistan 16/11/2019 #4 in muslimlovestory 16/11/2019 #1 in Pakistan 24/11/2019 #1 in Desi 27/11/2019 #1 in Urdu 13/02/2020 #3 in travel 28/12/2019 #1 in Muslim