Sadiya |REWRITING

1 of 2 - Shukr series.

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• His African Angel & Her Brown-Eyed Stranger •
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I whispered to him as we continued to sway to the lyrics. "They say, 'every life is a story', but I thank you. Thank you for being part of mine, thank you for being my knight in shining cloak, Zayan ibn Ahmer."

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Not all smiles make a happy person. Contrary to the misinterpreted fact that not all horns and forks make the devil. Sadiya Muhammad Yusuf. Having lost a father as well as a brother at her teenage years. No, wrong guess. Many might be stricken of a thought as to her loss of those who were meant to be the most important males in her life. It was not the defunct of any of them. With a sick mother, scales through all life threw at her. Aiming right at the bullseye as a gynecologist.

Right when she thought all was falling back into place, she loses her only confidante, supporter. Her only parent in the picture, dead. She never thought her life would be the same. But what happens, when the one being she convinced herself to loathe the most shows erratically after the past comes haunting her present?

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Royalty screams a lot.
Power. Grace. Wealth. Aristocracy. And most of all; Status. In the city of Yemen, comes no exception from the qualities of being Royal. When a prince by name, Zayan ibn Ahmer ibn Ayyub al-Qadim III, like a cliché Bollywood movie, bumps into a lady shooting laser towards the man he finds her in the arms of.

Nigeria had always been among his favorites, perhaps even more. Specially after he sets those light-brown orbs on her. Not all angels had wings, and not all Africans must be bound to their continent. Maybe physically and ethnically, but surely not by heart too. You might wonder what happens after, long story short, having a mix of the two is worth every patience.

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