The Thorned Path
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Sequel to 'To The Straight Path'.
This is the story of Adira Noor Jabir.
The girl who is Strong, Nobel and Powerful just like her Father taught her to be. Just like the name she was given.
All she ever saw in her entire 21 years of her life is love, care and the family who value and cherish her presence.
While following her father's footsteps, she is in the last year of University to achieve her dream. She has the perfect life with her family and friends who adore her and could do anything which left past her mouth.
Will her life always be rainbows, sunshine and full of love or something happens that changes her life into a nightmare which she never thought existed.
The nightmare which can flip her life upside down, would she be able to swim back or go deeper and deeper until there is no way of getting back.
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