Sadiya |REWRITING

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• His African Angel & Her Brown-Eyed Stranger •

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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. Many might be striken of a thought as to eternal loss of those whom were meant to be the most important males in her life. It was not the defunct of any of them. Albeit with a sick mother, scales through all obstacles the universe had to offer - 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 person she convinced herself to loathe the most shows up after the past comes haunting her present?

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Royalty screams a lot.
Power. Grace. Aristocracy. Fortitude. 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, bumps into a lady shooting lasers at the man he finds her in the arms of.

Nigeria had always been among his favorites, perhaps even more when all that shouldn't be said, was felt. Especially after he sets his eyes 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 next, long story short, having a mix of the two is worth every patience.

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