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I was in a dark place with no one to hear my cries, I screamed but the sound just echoed into a far distance

The pain was unbearable from almost every part of my body especially around my thighs and my hands, my head also hurt 

I cried into the darkness but no one was there, I prayed and prayed till I found myself slowly slipping out of that world till I was met with blinding light 

Opening my eyes I looked around to the blank walls made of plain cement blocks, no paint or anything and so was the ground it looked like an uncompleted building but what bothered me the most was what I was in 

Was it the pain or the wetness I was feeling, i mustered up the courage and raised my pounding head looking up at my wide-spread legs and the pool of blood I was laying in 

I couldn't cry nor scream just fall back into the dark world I was recently in with one thought in mind

What every woman kept and treasured the most was taken away from me.....All Rights Reserved

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ALONE✅ by khayr_Souf

Fear sometimes, many times, creep up my spine and settles into my skin. I fear so many things in life. Death, snakes, the dark, clown with eerie smiles, an uncomfortable silence and being watched without knowing. All these are things, however that grip my soul with minimum intensity. The one thing that gets a strong hold of me, that closes down and crushes the walls on me is... the feeling of being alone. Not just the absence of a person that loves me, not only the death of a loved one but the soul-jacking fear of my whole being that engulfs me even when I am in the midst of people. The fear of being abandoned, of being left behind, of not understood, of being enclosed in a bubble no one can burst. The fear of looking down at my hands and knowing no one will interlink with them, of having thoughts no one will hear, of gulping down panic because as much as I am here in the midst of people I know and love, no one will take a step forward to assure their presence. The fear of being alone.

Ya Amar (My Moon) by Queen_of_blooms

It took a wrong turn to align their paths. They met at a time when both were lost souls, navigating through loss and the storms of life. At first, it was silence and long stares. Then the sceptical meetings blossomed into an orbit of comfort that uncovered the similarities of their souls in the bleak room of a psychiatric hospital. What began as hush tunes in their hearts boomed into a fierce crescendo. Noorie was a woman of fire, spontaneous and outgoing which rivalled Amir's quiet, organised and shy nature. Yet, their differences were a factor in the whole circumstances that bonded theirs hearts, souls and lives. They decided to take the leap into a life together. Marriage. It took her away from home, across the continent to the city of London where a new life awaits her. Her optimism was great. She was ready to learn the new way of life and fit in. But her new family found ways to tell her she was not fair enough to be part of them nor would they give her a chance to fit in. Little did she know that should be the least of her problems. There were a lot the man, her husband, with honey-wheat eyes that captivates her, whose sincerity melts her heart, and attitude races it had hidden from her. So much that brought fears, insecurities and secrets neither her nor her husband were ready for.

Behind My Walls✔️ by kherdeeniasse

[COMPLETED] This is the story of a young lady who found herself being the only child of her parents which seems normal at first, but it comprised of hardship, struggle, grief, love and partial joy. ~ My name is Ikhbal, I am 19 years old from Abuja Nigeria. Ever since the first day of my life, the one person that I adore and love sincerely is my mother. My father on the other hand is gentle, kindhearted and he has all Father material but I'm not kinda close to him, albeit I questioned myself on that but I don't have a reason. ~~ Ikhbal Adam, a pharmacy student of Nile university Abuja, shouldered by a wonderful family and a happy one until the occurrence of the catastrophe that will shatter her life, till she met the one person that will change her life and make her see the world in a good way. ~~~ Highest Ranking: #1 Nigeria (16/06/22) #4 Africa (27/08/22) #4 Hausa (28/08/22) #1 Northern (15/09/23) #3 Religious (01/01/24) ••••• Behind My Walls. ©All Rights Reserved. Written and published by: Kherdeeniasse (Writer✍)

RUWAIDA ✔️ by rahma_Inuwa

Poor Ruwaida Mahmoud had to get married to her friend's brother, Turaad, a rich sophisticated Doctor not knowing she had signed a contract to save her life! _______________________________ Her eyes tinged with tears the moment she raised her head to look at him. All the while he spent talking to her, she had her head down, staring endlessly at her hands. His words filled with a sincerity which he had shown broke her to pieces. The most she could do was smile at him. Even if she wanted to, her words wouldn't be able to make sense. She had so much to say, so much to let out, but then, her vocals refused to let her. He held both her hands and smiled back, his other hand on the small hospital bed she had laid. "You scared me Waida, I almost passed out seeing you being trolled back into the ICU you know," He said, and laughed, ducking his head low, as the way he had acted replayed in his memory. She also chortled silently, not minding the tears that refused to stop, moments like this, always left her emotional. "I did? But I'm fine now ain't I," she asked and he placed a hand on his forehead, his overdramatic wife mode had just been turned on. "Yes you're, but please don't ever do that again," he said with a stern face. "Promise me," With an absentminded look in her eyes, she nodded and gave a quick reply. "Yes Muhammad, I promise," Love_ Silentwriter ☕️

Destined Hearts by xxxwannabewriterxxx

Muhammad thought of Madeenah as a child, younger than his baby sister, although way more mature. She seemed to have created a bond with his daughter and that was all that came to his mind about her. Not her smooth caramel skin, or her captivating light brown eyes and neither did her sweet voice do it for him. Madeenah thought of Ya Muhammad as an arrogant and stoic person but a really good father. In truth she was terrified of him. She hated the way he would look at her, as though she was less important than him. She hated the way he never spoke unless he needed to. She hated the way his voice washed over her, making her shiver. She hated his height and how it made him tower over her small frame. She hated him but she just couldn't stop thinking about him. So what happens when the two end up being brought together by an unusual arrangement . He's older, she's younger. He has a daughter and she has barely begun life. Will he let go of the past and try to find happiness or will he drag her down with him? --------------------------------------- "Let's get married." He says with such a straight face that I feel stupid as I chuckle. "What did you just say?" I ask in disbelief. "You heard me Madeenah." He says in a gravelly tone. "Why would you want to marry me?" I shake my head. "You don't like me." "I like you well enough to be married to you." His broad shoulders shrug in his familiar black suit. What is going on with him? And what have I gotten myself into?

The Mechanic's Wife (Preview) by ummyasmeen

Disclaimer ***Before you start, this book is now just a preview, don't ask about the rest of the book. It will be available in prints in sha Allah. Not on wattpad*** Scrolling down her phone, Zeena was reading her message log, when suddenly she stopped at a particular one that sent her heart racing, sending shivers down her spine. She almost dropped the phone. Not that she'd not seen odd messages before but this one, in particular, brought her world crashing; because she'd never seen this message before, how would it be that she was the person that sent it? How could she not remember ever writing this message? The words, the contents all didn't make sense. Her head started spinning and she felt light headed, her knees became weak like melted rubber. Before she knew what was happening she felt herself collapsing...

Married To A Tyrant [PREVIEW] by _najeeb_i

The sound of the shattering glass sent a chill down my spine, forcing me to withdraw deeper into the corner where I was tucked in. "Mansur, please stop. At least for Aaliyah's sake." I begged, the tears streaming down my cheeks. He swung around to face me, his eyes blazing with rage. "To hell with you and that bloody girl." he yelled. Do you hear me, Salma? To HELL with you and her. This is my house, and I can do whatever I want." he yelled, throwing the bottle at my dressing mirror. The glass shattered all over the room, the larger pieces landing on some of the bottles on the drawer beside the dressing mirror in which I kept my incense sticks. This caused them to shatter as well, the glass falling everywhere across the room. I could hear Aaliyah crying in the next room, but I could not go to her as Mansur was blocking the door. "You will learn your place today." he yelled, unbuckling his belt. I shut my eyes as the tears continued to flow, knowing all too well what came next. The first strike was always the one that hurt most.

Life Of Afreen by Fweedarh

Love is a strong feeling of affection, idolization, adulation, endearment and adoration. Love is happiness and love is delight. As a young Muslimah, she always imagined her life as a fantasy, believing in the perfect prince charming material falling head over heels for her and living her happily ever after with him. But in life, we don't always get what we want. Falling in love is a great feeling. Being loved in return is even a more greater feeling. But not being loved in return by the one we love is doleful. It hurts when you get betrayed by the one you trusted. It makes you see love as a painful, selfish and abhorred act. Hearts were broken and shattered, but when all hopes were lost, destiny took it's course. Bringing to you the tale of Afreen. A story about Love and Betrayal. A book of lessons, feelings and the journey of love.

If I Can Hate You, Why Can't You? A Nigerian Story by princessdeeyarh2002

Anger, pure anger and fear sipped through her veins threatening to burst out. She struggled vehemently to release her hand, but that only made him tighten his hand around her twisted arm. She cried out of pain but that only seemed to impress him. He smirked and said, "Mm, so fiesty?" He glared at her and pushed her against the wall. "You are evil Abdullah!" She almost shouted. Beads of sweat formed on her silk skin. Why was he making her life a living hell in her matrimonial home? She was supposed to live a happy life with her so-called husband, but instead, he is bullying her. "Just tell me, why?" She gazed at him confused wondering what he meant by that. "Why what?" She cried "Heh" he chuckled, "don't play dumb with me Kulthum. Just tell me why you chose him over me? What am I lacking? Huh? Tell me!" He shouted pushing her more against the wall. "Because you are evil! I never loved you in the first place, you are nothing worth loving" she spat as tears flowed down her beautiful face. As soon as he heard that, his face stoned up while his jaw clenched and his eyes became bloodshot. Such a sight she had never seen since she was married to him. "If I can hate you, why can't you, Abdullah?! I am so tired of this relationship, I can't do it anymore just let me go" With a dejected heart, he released her hand and whispered dangerously close to her ear, "If I can't have you, then no one will" He stumped off angrily while she slumped to the ground releasing a heavy sigh of defeat as tears rolled down her cheek. Since the day she got married to him, there had never been a day where she laughed for at least two minutes. All she knew at that very moment was that she was doomed! *completed but currently under editing*

Scarred For Life by _najeeb_i

*Could you ever love a broken person?* "I understand that you're broken," he said as he lifted her chin so she stared directly into his eyes. "But I want you to understand that it is my job to restore the happiness you lost. I am your husband now, Afrah. And it is my responsibility to make you happy. So that is my mission from now until the end of time." Afrah stared down at her hands, feeling as though her soul was being wrenched from her body. She couldn't look him in the eye. Not after what she had gone through. Not when she still saw the devil in his eyes. * It is said that the most painful wounds leave the deepest scars. No one could attest to that more than Afrah Aminu. For eleven years she's kept a secret to herself, knowing that she might never be able to tell anyone. Not that she wanted to. But now, with the sudden arrival of a strange man in her life, she finds herself thrown into the terrifying situation of having to relive it all. As he tears down each and every wall she has set up around her heart, the memories of that haunting night come crashing in waves. Will she be able to survive it? Or will she be crushed underneath its weight?

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Ya Amar (My Moon) cover

Behind My Walls✔️ cover

RUWAIDA ✔️ cover

Destined Hearts cover

The Mechanic's Wife (Preview) cover

Married To A Tyrant [PREVIEW] cover

Life Of Afreen cover

If I Can Hate You, Why Can't You? A Nigerian Story cover

Scarred For Life cover

ALONE✅

Fear sometimes, many times, creep up my spine and settles into my skin. I fear so many things in life. Death, snakes, the dark, clown with eerie smiles, an uncomfortable silence and being watched without knowing. All these are things, however that grip my soul with minimum intensity. The one thing that gets a strong hold of me, that closes down and crushes the walls on me is... the feeling of being alone. Not just the absence of a person that loves me, not only the death of a loved one but the soul-jacking fear of my whole being that engulfs me even when I am in the midst of people. The fear of being abandoned, of being left behind, of not understood, of being enclosed in a bubble no one can burst. The fear of looking down at my hands and knowing no one will interlink with them, of having thoughts no one will hear, of gulping down panic because as much as I am here in the midst of people I know and love, no one will take a step forward to assure their presence. The fear of being alone.