Historias de Faruk

join me as I tell you the story of faruk and Aisha Aisha muhammad rumah:A girl of an Average height from katsina state, sweet, amazing lazy and a foodie and from an average family . . .umar faruk Ibrahim Ahmad:tall fair fulani from Adama state, kind he gets jealous easily he is from an average family too It's all about love, sacrifice, sabr and putting all your affairs to Allah

When Amina, Aisha, Amira, and Zainab move into the cheap apartment known as Flat 17, they think their biggest problem will be surviving school, annoying neighbors, and sharing one tiny space together. But strange things begin happening at exactly 2:13 a.m. Footsteps echo outside their door every night. A black phone appears in the hallway with the caller ID reading HOME. And mysterious messages start appearing on walls, mirrors, and windows - warning them that not everyone will survive. When their friends Khalid, Khalifa, Faruk, Usman, Sadik, and Muhammad get involved, the group uncovers the horrifying truth about Flat 17: Nobody who lived there before ever left. Now trapped inside a nightmare where the apartment seems alive, the friends must uncover the secret hidden inside Flat 17 before the building chooses who stays forever. But the scariest part? Something inside the apartment already knows all their names.

In a city ruled by demons and fractured by legacy, Helena walks the line between silence and survival. Half-demon, half-memory, she's spent years burying the past-until Faruk returns. Her former lover. Her greatest betrayal. The man who still knows how she bleeds. Now, with political unrest rising and old loyalties splintering, Helena is forced to navigate a web of obsession, rivalry, and forbidden love. Mehmed wants her power. Maria wants her gone. Yusuf wants to protect what's left. And Faruk? He wants the truth. But between every want, there's a blade. And Helena knows: the sharpest wounds are the ones we choose not to speak. A story of aftermath, restraint, and the quiet reclamation of voice-where love is dangerous, silence is sacred, and legacy cuts deeper than steel.