Turmoil
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Meet: Hadiza- Level-headed. Devout. Loving. To the outside world and her closest friends, her life seems picture perfect- fairytale marriage, loving husband, and an adorable son. But Hadiza knows better. Her husband is having an affair, and it looks like her world is set to crumble any moment... Aisha- Wise. Intelligent. Kind. Hadiza's closest pal. Married to the love of her life, runs a thriving business and it seems life couldn't be better. But Aisha is keeping a grave secret from her husband. A secret that threatens to destroy everything she's worked so hard to achieve... Jemima - Boisterous. Optimistic. Funny. At least that's how she appears to the world. Envies Hadiza to the point of obsession. She wants to BE Hadiza... and it's taking a toll on her own marriage. Her husband has had enough and decides to spring a surprise on her... Muslimah- Bold. Daring. Grounded. Has a strong aversion to the male species, due to a traumatic childhood experience. Similar trials plague her for most of her adult life. No one suspects but Muslimah secretly blames God for all her woes... Follow the journey of four friends as they battle to find happiness, absolution, and redemption.
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The things I knew that were once unethical, were bound to be saintly. The dreams I dreamt once upon a time, seemed to be an epitome of nightmares. The heart I thought I stole long ago, always belonged to someone else. The crimes I have committed all my life, became a handful of lessons that I ought to learn. The world I looked up to once, became a mortal enemy of mine. The family I thought would disown me, fought my battles for me. The life I never imagined I'd live, sadly it became a life I'd rather live than die. Lastly, the guilt I carried in me for the each and every second of my living, was a poison spreading and gradually banishing everything around me. Clearly, I was bounded by the past! Never have I imagined for the galaxy of guilt in me to steadily transform into a matter of great; Love. No, it wasn't for my dead sister, or for the woman I once claimed to love, or for my money-grubbing father, or even for the woman who was destined for me. Majestically, it was for Someone who I never ever thought it would be for; My Maker. Well, it's mind-blowing how the ugliest of matters bring out the most beautiful of articles! -Guilt is a gift from Allah, warning you that what you are doing is violating your soul.- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Started: 22/12/2017, 7:15 pm. [All Rights Reserved, froward 2017]

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