When Nadia Muhammad Shinkafi's fiance of nine months leaves her because he is certain she's infertile. Instead of moping around, she dusts herself up and signs herself up to be transferred far away from home. Her only focus; become a surgrical charge nurse. Abdullah Bindawa is your average sugar daddy except he doesn't have any sugar to give nor is he ready to be anyone's 'Daddy'. He has lived seven years without a spouse and is ready to live even more, until his world collides with Nadia's. In a society that has decided for itself that age gap relationships have everything to do with money and nothing to do with love, what is their love in the face of the distractions around them?

"Exams is hard enough, who said anything about adding a husband to the timetable?" -Faiza. Faiza had one dream: to finish school and build the life she envisioned, books, lectures, and a future of her choosing. Marriage was never part of the plan. Then fate intervened. Her first husband, a stranger in every sense, died on their wedding day, leaving her with heartbreak she never asked for and a coldness in her future she never saw coming. When she finally return to school, her father arranges another marriage, this time to Imran, a composed and guarded architect who believed love was unnecessary. She doesn't want marriage again. He certainly didn't. But their families decided otherwise. Their early days are quiet, awkward, parallel lives under one roof. Yet beneath the silence, something unexpected stirs. Quiet glances softening into longing. Small gestures weaving trust. Each moment quietly shifting into something more than either expected. Now, caught between the weight of what died and the fragile hope of what might grow, they stand on a delicate edge: will they keep their hearts closed... or let them be open for each other? WANNA BE YOURS is a tender, slow-burn halal romance of dreams deferred, second chances, and two reluctant hearts discovering a love they never planned, forging something beautiful from the unexpected.

THE SIGHT SERIES Daughter to a greedy father, born in an almost poor family, Waleeda could only be thankful to God for breathing. An arrange marriage was the last thing on her mind, that too to a man that can not see. To a blind man. To Kamil. Son to a rich father, born with a golden spoon in his mouth, kamil has it all. Except for the gift of sight, because this man with beautiful browns eyes and an angelic features that makes him look like he can see, the fact is that he can not see. And then he married her, Waleeda. 𝙎𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 -𝙐𝙢𝙢𝘼𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙖𝙧1 𝘜𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘴 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 ❤️- 𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘩 Am now your biggest FAN ever alive-AbdulwahabMaryama Impressive Ranks #1 in Hausa - 9th September 2023 #1 in Arewabooks -17th August 2023 #1 in Islam -10th August 2023 #1 in see - 13th August 2023 #1 in Kano- 24th February 2024 #1 in read and find out - 1st October 2024 #2 in Nigeria - 10th August 2023 #2 in arewa -23rd August 2023 #2in events -21october 2023 #2in international-9th August 2024 #4in complete-24th November 2024 #7 in blind - 29th July 2024 #7 in vision -25th October 2024

In the vibrant heart of Kano, "Zayn Bala", a witty and ambitious media graduate returns home after four years abroad-only to find herself swept into an arranged marriage with "Imran Suleiman", a reserved, quietly successful business tycoon with no time for love. She's outspoken. He's observant. She wears her heart boldly. He hides his behind a calm gaze and years of discipline. But as Zayn navigates the complexities of Northern expectations, career dreams, and her husband's enigmatic nature, what starts as a marriage of convenience slowly unravels into a story of emotional healing, reluctant love, and the power of two souls learning to meet in the middle. Through moments of laughter, longing, heartbreak, and hope-"this is a tale of what happens when destiny hands you not what you expected... but everything you needed." ---

. . . . . The man took her to a small office downstairs. It seemed he was the owner of the hotel, given how well he knew his way around. She sobbed quietly, her sister's betrayal hurting more than Halima's beating. Today, she had to find out that her sister had no heart. "Take this," the mysterious man passed her an ice pack. "Use it on the swelling." She took it from him. "Thanks." The man studied her. She looked so young. What was a young lady like her doing in a hotel while her mates were in school? The man wondered. Women of today have no shame at all. "What were you thinking?" he asked. "Excuse me?" she asked, cocking a brow. "What were you thinking when you followed that man to the hotel? Don't you have any shame?" "Stop it. Stop talking as if you know the whole truth. You don't even know half of the story, but you're already judging," she said. He cackled. "Oh, really? What I witnessed is enough for me. You sell your body for money. It's as simple as that." "Shut up!" "The truth hurts, right? Next time, you should think before repeating the same mistake." "Please shut up!! Please," she broke into tears. It hurts a lot. Now she's the prostitute. People will laugh at her if they come to watch the videos some people took. "Okay," he raised his hands up in surrender. "I want to go home," she stood up. "I can send my driver to drop you if you want." "No, thank you. Wouldn't want part two to repeat itself," she said sarcastically. "Thanks for the ice, anyway." A story about two sisters fighting for their rights. A secret they've sworn to keep from the world. One of these sisters has to take the blame for the other sister's wrongdoing, and there's no way this innocent sister can speak the truth. No one would believe her, except one man.

~~~~~~ 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

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