Makeup,Hijabs and Love

Makeup,Hijabs and Love

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Meet 22 year old Hibah Hussain , a professional Makeup Artist.Her work is loved by many celebs,she's funny ,pretty and a hijabi. However recently her father loses the battle to lung cancer and he leaves a big hole in her families heart.She struggles during this depressing moment of life but knows that she has to keep strong and hope for the best.This is a terrible situation in which she has to help her mother , younger sister and older brother get through but is she that strong in her deen? Follow her through her new future and life , will she cope with the devastating disaster or will she get married and fullfill her dreams and goals? Read on to find out about an extraordinary girl who loves makeup.
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