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Continúa, Has publicado mar 21, 2018
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 I ever so gently tilted her head up with my fingertips under her chin until our eyes met and she smiled. I cupped her cheeks, letting my thumb explore each crevice of her soft face, gently caressing her skin.

 "I honestly can't believe that you're mine. You're the best thing to ever happen to me and I feel like the most fortunate man in the world." 

"Are you sure you don't have any regrets?" She replied solemnly as she touched my hands that were still stroking her face. "No regrets at all, I swear.
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Zahra is a young Muslim woman who deeply values and believes in her faith above all else. She prays to God to help her find true happiness and love with a good husband. However, even though she is never ungrateful to God, she doubts anyone would ever want her as their wife due to a large obstacle in her path: She's disabled and has been since birth, causing her to use an electric wheelchair. 

Then she meets Ali. A young man who is also searching for his halal love story. He wants nothing more than to find a righteous woman to be his wife. Despite being introduced to many Muslim women by his family, none of them seem right. Until he meets her and is drawn to her instantly. 

This is their journey through love as a disabled bride and a caring husband after they  marry the love of their lives. She learns about romance, relationships, her sexual identity and goes through highs and lows. He cares for her so much but will she learn to trust him? Find out.... 

(Cover credits go to both @Samridhachakraborty for previous cover designs and @Pinkstripedzebra for current cover. Much love to both of you)
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