On the wet sand beside the seashore, the strong, tall man was laying with a cigarette in his hand. His bike parked a few feet away from him. The environment there was serene and noiseless as no one was allowed then on the beach that he owned. It was not a big deal for a billionaire like him. He had a lot more than that. Wealth, power, the respect he had all of them but lacked the most important thing that couldn't be bought with money. He lacked inner peace. He inhaled the vinous smoke as the corner of his lips twitched in a sad smile. His eyes deceived him being moist and a lone tear slipped down his face on the sand. The sand sucked the water as soon as it fell on it, and he wondered if his pain disappeared in thin air like that. He breathed out a puff of smoke through his nose and mouth. Looking up at the sky with the sad smile plastered on his face he spoke up, "Why so hatred for me, ya Rab?" Miles away from him the girl with a cuddling baby in her arms uttered looking up at the sky, "I express my deep gratitude to You for sending this angel to me, Ya Rab."

"Is there any way to repair a broken heart?!" She asked. Her eye held curiosity, it held sadness..... It held hope He smiled. He is going to show her.... His mountain friend She's Ruha Ismail and he is Na'im Ahmad Abdullah And they welcome you to a tale of hearts beating as one..... ©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

If there is any part of you that makes you think I will ever fall for you then that part ........"shhhh" he said cutting her shut, pressing his index finger on her lips You know we wouldn't have worked out for a million fucking reasons, but it will be fun if we try "I whispered locking our eyes

"How is it my mistake? Why are you punishing me? Why do you hate me so much? Why? What have I ever done wrong?" Hauwa asked her mother crying profusely on the floor. Meet Hauwa Muhammed Maigoro,a naive lady who grew up in her grandparent's house. She must face a lot of challenges especially having a mother that hates her for unknown reasons. Will her mystery end? You have to read on to find out.

KHADIJAH ✔️ Khadijah grew up learning one thing "patience". Not because life was kind to her, but because she had no choice. Her father was a selfish man who married many wives and had many children, yet never learned how to care for them. Love, responsibility, and protection were things Khadijah rarely knew from him. But her mother, Maimuna, was her strength. A woman of patience and dignity, she raised her children with love and good values. Just when life finally begins to smile at Khadijah and her dreams start coming true, love finds her, unexpected and unplanned. When the heart knocks at a time of healing, will she open the door... or walk away? Follow Khadijah's journey of pain, patience, and love. #1 wickedness on 26th June 2023 #3 quiet on 17th November 2021. #4 quite on 8th January 2022 #2 Sorrows on 13th June 2022 #2 Sorrows on 29th July 2022 #1 Khadijah on 25th July 2023 #1 mothers on 13th October 2024 STARTED ON 8 FEBRUARY 2021 COMPLETED ON 15 OCTOBER 2023 Copyright ©2023 by Khadijah Babangida. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author, Khadijah Babangida This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author's coincidental. ©️ Khadijah Babangida ©All Rights Reserved

[Caffeine is out now in paper back and Kindle!] "Medium black with three sugars, please." Isaac Hensick was your typical popular high schooler. He had tanned skin, girls on each arm and lungs full of cigarette smoke. But what most people didn't know was that he had a passion for drawing and a taste for black coffee. Most people, that is, except for Aspen. Highest rankings: #1 in fiction, teenromance and smoking, #2 in player and teen, #3 in mentalhealth and chicklit, #4 in young adult, #5 in anxiety, #8 in love!! completed: 09/07/20 word count: 110,579

"NO!!!!" my mom screams out so loud and fainted right at the spot. I stood still, unable to move, i feel i am suffocating, am i also dying, NO this cant be happening , my dad was in tears as he stood up from his seat accompanied by the two police men. he was given few minutes to talk to his family being my mom and i, my dad is an orphan and only child, so he had no parents or close relatives around. Meanwhile my mom was rushed to a nearby hospital by an ambulance. */*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*'*/*////*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/*/ layla and her mom has been through a lot right from her childhood...losing her dad at early age n things became worse for them but they never loosed their Faith in the Almighty Allah ...meeting her soul mate along the line was a little spice up but life still had some mysteries under it sleeves for she, her mom n her soul mate.....

✨ #1 in halallovestory on 10/30/2020 - 11/17/2020 ✨ "Were you ever, going to tell me about it? How can we be the same after all that's happened?" His shoulders relaxed and his features softened. He came towards me, his warm hands cupping my cheeks. It felt like years since I felt his warm hands on me, making me melt to his touch. "Why? Why didn't you tell me? Why did you hide things from me all this time? Wasn't I enough for you? Wasn't my love enough?" I stood there with my head low, not able to meet his eyes anymore as my eyes pooled with fresh tears. He moved back withdrawing his hands and stuffing them in his pockets and sighed. "It's done Momina. It's all over now." He said in a dead voice. I looked back at him, tears rolling down my face. I opened my mouth to speak, to defend myself and my actions, but his unnerving gaze had me shut up. With this, he turned around and left, not bothering to shut the door behind him. Completed on August 30, 2020

"You are stalking me, aren't you?" He said more like a statement than a question. "What! Me stalk you? Oh puh-lease you give yourself way too much credit you know" I replied defensively, in a high pitched voice. Oh God! I am such a terrible liar. Whenever I lie I tend to speak really loud and laugh at everything. And I am doing just that. "You know I'm not oblivious, from class to the cafeteria, and now here. Why are you stalking me?" Seriously dude is that even a question? Like it isn't the most obvious thing on earth. So all along he knew I was stalking him, not like I'll ever admit it to his face. He was looking at me weirdly, i think he is trying to look intimidating. A grin appeared on his face, like he figured something out. "Don't tell me you..." I caught him off, i knew what he was going to say. "Oh no. No no no no no, don't even think that" "You know what I think?" He asked, this time with a smirk. "Whatever you're thinking, get it out of your head 'cause none of it is true" Okay now he's pissing me off. "I think you are stalking me because you like me" Well captain obvious, its high time you noticed. "Get over yourself dude" I said in a bored tone. "Why being so defensive" He was really enjoying this, wasn't he? "You know what? I don't have time for this" I said walking away from him.

When news of Jamilah Abubakr's death reached the world, it shook. How couldn't it? It'd lost one of the gems it had left....A young, cultured philanthropist with as much beauty within, as she had without. The Khalil household was one of the most affected. With both sons, Jamil and Ayman having to deal with the loss of the girl who'd meant the world to them. When, two years later, Jamilah Abubakr resurfaced, her death seemingly a scam by her conniving father, Senator Abubakr, she's taken in by the Khalils. However, things aren't as rosy as they were, and Jamilah has lost a great deal of herself to the accident, mentally. She's unable to remember much of her former life, and is in for a bumpy ride once the rest of the socialite circle - a bunch of politicians and government officials that are out to damage hers and the Khalil's reputation - discover her secret. Yahya Khalil, head of the Khalil household, and an important political figure in the country, plans Jamilah's marriage to his sons for her safety. The question of who to wed is then left; Ayman, her childhood best friend and former crush; or Jamil, the man she'd been close to getting married to. Without Jamilah's memories, without the knowledge of how she'd once felt towards both of them, what does she do? Does she make the decision she'd have years ago, before the accident? Or does she make a different decision this time, ignoring the foreign feelings that grip her whenever she sees him? You want to know who 'Him' is? Want to know what her decision is? Delve into Jamilah's world in 'My baby; My wife'.