When news of Jamilah Abubakr's death reached the world, it shook.
How couldn't it?
It'd lost one of the gems it had left....A young, cultured philanthropist with as much beauty within, as she had without.
The Khalil household was one of the most affected. With both sons, Jamil and Ayman having to deal with the loss of the girl who'd meant the world to them.
When, two years later, Jamilah Abubakr resurfaced, her death seemingly a scam by her conniving father, Senator Abubakr, she's taken in by the Khalils.
However, things aren't as rosy as they were, and Jamilah has lost a great deal of herself to the accident, mentally.
She's unable to remember much of her former life, and is in for a bumpy ride once the rest of the socialite circle - a bunch of politicians and government officials that are out to damage hers and the Khalil's reputation - discover her secret.
Yahya Khalil, head of the Khalil household, and an important political figure in the country, plans Jamilah's marriage to his sons for her safety.
The question of who to wed is then left; Ayman, her childhood best friend and former crush; or Jamil, the man she'd been close to getting married to.
Without Jamilah's memories, without the knowledge of how she'd once felt towards both of them, what does she do?
Does she make the decision she'd have years ago, before the accident?
Or does she make a different decision this time, ignoring the foreign feelings that grip her whenever she sees him?
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"Listen to me Qurratul Ayn, before you go, I want to know; did I ever offend you? Is my love for you too little?" I can feel his hand hovering over mine. He wants to hold it, but he knows better than to do that.
"Please, I don't want to do this now. My flight is in thirty minutes." I can feel the tears wetting my Niqab.
"No! I want to know. Where did I go wrong? Was it money? I didn't feed you well? I didn't clothe you? My love wasn't enough for you? I need to know, all those years! You're seriously willing to throw them away like they were nothing?" A sob breaks out but I manage to hide it behind a cough. I take a silent deep breath and turn, my Niqab swaying and making a whip sound.
"It's not like, they really were nothing! Look, I don't have it in me to explain myself. You said you'd give me whatever I want? Then leave me be. I never loved you okay! I never did, it was all a sham, a facade!" His hand that was looming over mine falls limp beside him and he staggers back.
"You're lying." He laughs. It's as if he's trying to convince himself. I scoff.
"You think so? Well take a look at this." His eyes fill with tears and he takes one of his hands and place it on his mouth. He can't believe that it's actually true.
"Okay, Fa'iza." My heart breaks. He never calls me that, ever.
"I know something is wrong, and wallahi I'm going to find it out and bring you back to my house in six months. I promise." I feel my heart squeeze knowing his promise can never come to pass, ever. Death is nearing me so nothing can be done. Absolutely nothing.
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Ten years of loving, doting over each other and marriage, Fa'iza upped and suddenly said she wanted out of the marriage. After months of persuasion and blackmail, Bello let her go, but before she left, he made a promise. Would he be able to fulfill this promise?
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