. . . . . 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.

In Islam, Nikah is completing half your deen and is a strongest bond between husband and wife but some people don't share the same views who have lost faith being caught up in worldly desires and attractions. Zaina Ali was trapped in the same position where her family wanted her to get divorced but she stuck through it and continued her matrimonial life with the best spouse she could ever get. Ahmad Hassan is a perfect man any woman would want. When her spouse enters in his life, there occurs some difficulties because of the difference of views and culture. Only patience and love can help them get through all the struggles in the way. Check out the story about their life! Hope you'll enjoy it.

DOES ISLAM SNATCH THE RIGHTS OF WOMEN? In this book, all the accusations concerning the woman are answered in detail.

"Be a Good Muslim" is a book dedicated to spreading knowledge about Islam and exploring a multitude of topics within the faith. The author's aim is to offer readers a comprehensive overview of various aspects of Islam while sharing their understanding and insights on these subjects. From theology to practices, ethics to spirituality, this book serves as a comprehensive guide for individuals seeking to deepen their knowledge and connection with the Islamic faith.

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I suddenly froze not knowing what to do I just stood there watched him unable to talk or move or do anything. I looked at his blazing eyes turn darker and darker with anger and all of a sudden fear took over me I started shaking thinking of what will come after and then he sneered and his nose was flaring, at that point I was just waiting for him to smack me , it's all my fault I shouldn't have said those things to him I should have let it slide but I just had to open my stupid mouth and now he is going to kill me but then all of a sudden after what felt like eons he let go of the tight grip he had on my wrist and the anger in his eyes turned to contempt and then to that same uninterested look he wears all the time and then he turned and just walked away leaving me staring at his back like a dimwitd oaf " what the hell just happens" I heard the question being asked.

Abubakar Aliyu has always been a puppet, his life dictated by his parents' social expectations. Every decision, every move, carefully controlled... until his arranged marriage offers him a taste of freedom. But there's a catch-he hates the woman he's married to, Fauziyya Tafida, simply because she was chosen for him. Now, he's determined to make her life miserable. Will Fauziyya fight back, or will she endure his wrath? A story of power, pride, and the unexpected twists of love. • WinterBearz

Book 1: Ghost_writers_ Khadija Nasir is caring and responsible, but like anyone else, she wants to be seen and loved. She's married off to Yusuf Ladan, a wealthy workaholic, to honour their grandparents' wishes after their parents' death. Not everyone supports the marriage-but they try to make it work. The question is: Will he make time for her? And can love grow where duty began?

A hankali ya kira sunnanta, but she couldn't look at him, ya kama hannunta, ya daga habbanta, yana kallon fuskarta. "Nuwaylah? I... I... I love you" Ya fada cikin extremely cool voice. Kalmar na landing a dodon kunnuwanta, ta dago daran2 idanuwanta tana kallansa. "Yes Nuwaylah, I truly love you". Kanta kawai take girgizawa sai hawaye dake gangarowa daga idanuwanta, ta kasa cewa komai. She couldn't believe her ears, how could he love her? Ya matso kusa da ita sosai kamar mai shirin shigarta, ya dora hannayensa kan kafadarta "I'm going crazy Nuwaylah, please help me, I'm not asking you to love me back, just let me love you, let me be the man in your life, let me be the father of your child, please Nuwaylah" Ya karasa idanuwansa na zubar da kwalla, she couldn't raise up her head amma tasan kuka yake, kallamansa sun mata tauri da yawa, she loves him too but they can't be together, can't he see? "Sir I'm... I'm sorry but what you're asking from me is not possible, Sir you can't love me. We do not belong to the same category, Sir you're far above my level. I..." "Shhhh, love knows no class nor level, the heart falls in love with whom we can not choose, my heart chooses you Nuwaylah, it falls in love with you" Ya hadda kanta da nasa yana shakar kamshinta, numfashinsu na sauka at the same time, ya lumshe idanuwansa a hankali.