It is a story about a typical Fulani Muslim girl with a perfect background and up bringing from a very wealthy family, who later meet with a destiny that totally changed her and left her hanging on a thin thread of her real self. It is a story about love, sacrifices for love and the consequences of that. Maimoon will bring tears to your eyes. Main Characters: Moon: Very beautiful, intelligent and well mannered girl from a very rich family. A girl 'loved by all' as stated by her envious sister. Ibrahim: A poor yaroba handsome charmer. Madly in love with Moon but have low self assurance. Sultan: A hot tempered, spoiled rotten rogue. A prince, who harbours a life changing secret.

He looked at me with so much adoration in his eyes that made my stomach do double flips and my heart just melted. "I will shield you from all the harm in this world. I will make sure everyone accepts the shade of your skin and your brunette hair. You will never ever feel like you don't belong here anymore. You deserve to be happy like every princess. And you will forever be happy. I promise you this. " The tears were swimming at the brim of my eyes gently cascaded down my face just as he finished his sentence. I trusted him. I knew he meant it. And for the first time in my life,I was glad I was married to this man.

This is not a love story but it is a story of love, of how it never dies no matter how long and how far apart the lovers are. Just follow my pen for I assure you, you are going to fall in love with Diyam.

"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)