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Nihad is addicted to novels...she can't do a day without reading a book. Her addiction to novels influenced her to become a librarian. She is a librarian and an aspiring writer. Her favourite writer is Fatima mustapha, famous writer in the history of writers. it was her dream to become a great writer like her. She had read almost all her novels yet there was this one novel of Fatima of which she can't understand. The story was a fantasy on it own,also it had a different ending whenever someone read the book."What kind of a novel has a different ending?" That is Nihad's question. She doesn't care about the risk involved she was set to discover the mystery behind author Fatima's book "the end". Also, there's a boy she's been crushing on for quite a while now... She seem to like him very much yet she lack the courage to tell him about her feelings. Will she be able to uncover the truth and also win her crush over? .
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The things I knew that were once unethical, were bound to be saintly. The dreams I dreamt once upon a time, seemed to be an epitome of nightmares. The heart I thought I stole long ago, always belonged to someone else. The crimes I have committed all my life, became a handful of lessons that I ought to learn. The world I looked up to once, became a mortal enemy of mine. The family I thought would disown me, fought my battles for me. The life I never imagined I'd live, sadly it became a life I'd rather live than die. Lastly, the guilt I carried in me for the each and every second of my living, was a poison spreading and gradually banishing everything around me. Clearly, I was bounded by the past! Never have I imagined for the galaxy of guilt in me to steadily transform into a matter of great; Love. No, it wasn't for my dead sister, or for the woman I once claimed to love, or for my money-grubbing father, or even for the woman who was destined for me. Majestically, it was for Someone who I never ever thought it would be for; My Maker. Well, it's mind-blowing how the ugliest of matters bring out the most beautiful of articles! -Guilt is a gift from Allah, warning you that what you are doing is violating your soul.- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Started: 22/12/2017, 7:15 pm. [All Rights Reserved, froward 2017]

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