HAWKING IS NOT MY WISH Parents are the bones on which children cut their teeth. A dependable source of comfort and support AND above all a greatest pillar of strength. Fa'izah Idris became an orphan at the tender age of 13. Left to take care of her 7 months old baby brother with no support from anyone.. Join us on this journey

Ya zakiyi idan aka ce mutumin da kike nema ruwa a jallo shine subordinate naki da kuke tare a kodayaushe ba tare da kin sani ba? Ya zaki yi idan aka ce mutumin da kike nema ruwa a jallo miji ne a gareki? .. #ZAHRAN GADANGA

A boy named Ayaan and a girl named Ahaana. we can checkout how they are meeting their life partners. i will update this story soon. a very indian typical tradition arranged marriage. i hope u will be loving it

"Zahra" "Zahra" "ZAHRA!, I know you are pretending to be asleep" he fumes. One thing haroon hates is to be ignored. And one thing I hate is to be woken up from sleep, "why? why? why?" I whine. He yanks the blanket off my body but I refuse to succumb to an attempt in intimidation. "Get up" he says "What do you want from me?" He ignores my question "Get up" "No" "Get up" "No" "Zahra" "Haroon" Arranged marriage, arranged hatred. In their marriage there is no love only hate, they despise each other to the bones. It is said that 'there is a thin line between love and hate'. And I am curious just how thin the line is between Zahra and haroon

This story is about hadiza; a young fulani woman and Ahmad; a fulani/hausa man with a business empire. Ahmad is known for his kindness, love and caring attitude but with only a flaw that could seperate them. Hadiza without knowing of his unknown disease falls in love with him. She later finds out when it is already too late. Will she stay with ahmad even though he has an incurable disease or leave him?

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

Before I could even get the chance to enter my car, someone had already slapped me hard on my cheeks. I raise my face to see who it was and got the shock of my life. I could feel my heart skip a beat and my stomach twist a tight knot, when I saw the guy I had a crush on, ever since the first day our gazes met. He was the one that raised his hand and slapped me hard across the cheek. I was trying my best not to let my pride get the best of me, as tears threaten to stream down my cheeks, but I managed to blink them back. And the idiot, lowlife still had the guts to tell me rubbish, that I didn't have the right to slap his sister and that my father's money wouldn't be enough to buy her in any way. He also added that my car is just a trash in someone else's house, as if he could even afford it. How dare he insult me that way! In my entire twenty years of existence, nobody had ever raised his filthy hand on me before - not even my mom that is very strict. The guy obviously didn't know what a millionaire's daughter was capable of doing. I vowed to let him know that nobody dare touch the only heiress to Agogo family and go scot free. I would make sure to show him what a millionaire's money could do to change his whole life into unforgettable disaster. ~ ~ ~ Meet Khadeejah Muhammad Agogo, the beloved and only daughter of Alhaji Muhammad Agogo and the heiress of a multimillion company. A headstrong, spoiled brat, who has a strong dislike for the poor. But what happens when she crosses paths with the witty Yushraf Sufyaan Imam and develops feelings for the lower class man, whom after the death of his parents was left to take care of his twin sister. Will their relationship work out? Or will there be hurdles hindering it? Find out by reading this mind blowing book ❤️ My Crush

Picture yourself in a very big Mansion belonging to a high ranking police officer, Ramadan Lawan. This story is sequel to "BALQIS: The Unfortunate Event", and Umaimah is the sole narrator... "My whole childhood was a lie, he wasn't actually my father. I was fooled, I was betrayed, I was forced to believe what wasn't real. All my years in his house, I was in cage. False surname, false life!" "My name is Umaimah, but just call me Maimah. I'm the daughter of BALQIS, and this is my story..."

Farrah Ahmed wishes for a cliché life, one in which she would have a pleasant childhood, become a rebellious teenage girl and graduate college with a huge smile on her face. However, at 22, she's drowned in responsibilities that chip at her resilience everyday, trying to keep up with the bills for her mother's chemotherapy. Her persistent job hunt lands her employment at Z.B company, the first good thing that's happened to her in more ways than one. Zayyad Bilaal, her boss isn't what she expected. Call it her obsession with the cliché, she expected him to be some brutish, arrogant bigot that's out to get her life, but she's pleasantly surprised to see that the handsome Somali man is nothing of the sort.....to her, at least. Like every cliché personal assistant in every stupid romance novel she's read, her heart goes against her will to fall in love with her boss. Despite the loss of control of her own feelings, she revels in the fact that she's finally living a normal life without the evils of her past holding her down. Its not too long before the antagonist of her story, in the form of one blast from the past comes barrelling into her life, and soon she's loosing grasp of her sanity as secrets she'd never imagine begin to unravel. Just when life had started looking up for her, it swept her up in a flurry of heartache and vileness. Farrah is made to choose between Zayyad and conceding to her mother's wish, knowing well that her picking one would lead to the loss of the other. Secrets unravel, facades are torn away, and nothing is ever what it seems to be in the life of Farrah Ahmed. ~Ameenarrh.

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