The Quiet That Shaped Me
- Reads 52
- Votes 3
- Parts 2
Ongoing6m
Last published Tue, Apr 29, 2025
I want to start off with a bismillah as I write this.
بِسْمِ ٱللَّٰهِ ٱلرَّحْمَـٰنِ ٱلرَّحِيمِ
In the name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful.
Salam guys,
This is just a real story about growing up - the good, the messy, and everything in between. It's about faith, family, love, heartbreak, and figuring things out one step at a time. Some days make sense, most don't, but that's okay. If you've ever felt stuck, lost, or like you're the only one trying to hold it together, this is for you. You're not alone. This is my story - and maybe a little bit of yours too.
All Rights Reserved
#247
arewa
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
You may also like
Faithe {REWRITING} ✓
#4 in tas #1 in Abeokuta Dedicated to all Africans who are depressed and suffer PTSD. How exactly do you explain to an African parent that you need help? Do Africans even care about the state of their mental health? How do I tell others how I feel or about my nightmares without them thinking I'm mentally unstable? Everywhere, "seek help." How exactly? All these questions bother me so much that they give me problems. Even if he agrees that I need help, everyone would see me as a psychiatric patient, as the mentally unstable girl. "I keep blaming myself for all that has happened. I mean, how could I not have seen it coming? She was practically my best friend and close to me. If only I had opened my eyes wide enough and looked closer, I would have known and probably done something. We had a fight, we didn't settle it. Before I knew it, she was gone. It upsets me more. This has been haunting me for over a year. Can I ever be normal?" #39 in stereotype #62 in insomnia #82 in singleparent #568 in nightmares #72 in African #2 in tcs #16 in secondaryschool #111 in Nigerian #28 in Yoruba #7 in middleclass On 19 September, 2020Complete
The Heirloom of US - Character Series
This isn't the main plot. This is everything around it-the soft moments, the hard conversations, the healing that happens between chapters. These stories follow the ones shaped by the Sullivan legacy-the ones trying to carry it differently. It's about Malakai and Penelope, raising kids gently while healing from the past. It's about parenting without repeating what broke you. About slow mornings, gentle corrections, and trying again. - Malakai is steady, but haunted. His silence isn't cold-it's his choice not to pass down pain. - Penelope is learning that nurturing doesn't mean shrinking. She's holding her kids and her boundaries at once. - Damian is brilliant and dyslexic, trying to lead in a world that overlooks kids like him. - Noah is loud, proud, and secretly afraid of not being enough. His arc is about learning softness and humility. - Ibrahim is unlearning what love isn't so he can finally receive what it is. - Maddie is used to bending the world around her. But real peace doesn't come from control. - The triplets, together, are chaos and care. Loud, loving, flawed, and growing. These scenes are full of: 🕊️ Generational healing 💬 Sibling fights & forgiveness 🤲 Faith & softness ✨ Parenting with intention ❤️🩹 Love that's earned, late, and real If The Heirloom of Us was about building a legacy, this is about holding it together-through small choices, quiet acts, and love that refuses to give up. It's soft here. But it's deep.
LAURA
Follow the story of Laura who is about to be forced into marriage to a criminal by her father after the death of her mentally ill mother With the help of her grandmother they both ran away from their village. She starts a new life somewhere else. A rich man walks into her life and blackmails her to work for him. Will love bloom between them? Find out how other long buried truth will be revealed. Abdulrahim Muhammad Kura. One of Abuja's most eligible bachelor. The CEO of PEARLS CONSTRUCTIONS. All his life he has always gotten what he wants because of him being the only son among 4 girls. Women flaunt themselves around him but he only has eyes for one. Fareeda his girlfriend of five years. When Laura rejected his offer to come work for him. He knew he most get her to work for him so she can be at his beck and call always " please stop teasing me I am not yours" I pleaded. "You are mine Laura. You are mine, I don't know how it happened but I fell for you my love. I love you Laura I do. I cannot let another guy take you from me. that is why I lost my cool earlier when I saw you with that guy. Do you know how many of my friends I had to warn to stay away from you during this wedding. You can call me selfish I don't care I just want you to myself. I want you to be mine alone. I love you and please marry me" he concluded. I was too stunned to say anything. Did I hear him say he love me. he said he is in love with me. Wait he asked me to marry him. Is he serious. ..............................................Complete
RAYS OF HOPE✔
"There's always light at the end of the tunnel, you just have to hold onto even the flimsiest rays of hope." _Aishatuh M Aisha Humaira, an ardent and sassy young lady aspires to become a journalist. She's a great humanitarian who believes that issues like a society's judgemental tendencies, religious conflicts and the likes of them shouldn't be a country's day to day routine, but issues that should only be read about in history books of past generations. However, growing up in the northern part of Nigeria seems much big of a challenge for her to be able to change the mentality some people posess, of journalism being an improper course of study to any girl brought up in a modest arewa home. With an unsupportive family and a judgemental society, can she achieve her ultimate goal agaisnt all odds by becoming a journalist? When her world comes crashing down in the process with a dream that seems too far from reach, will she relinquish or stand on her ground? Find out on this rollercoaster journey where life isn't just a bed full of roses but full of thorns as well, capable of pricking those determined to come out of it as winners. Tears of pain and joy will be shed, hearts will be broken, hopes will be shattered and lastly rays of hope will surely bring about light at the end of the tunnel. Copyright ©️ 2020 by Firdausi Aliyu KakangiComplete
Behind My Walls✔️
[COMPLETED] This is the story of a young lady who found herself being the only child of her parents which seems normal at first, but it comprised of hardship, struggle, grief, love and partial joy. ~ My name is Ikhbal, I am 19 years old from Abuja Nigeria. Ever since the first day of my life, the one person that I adore and love sincerely is my mother. My father on the other hand is gentle, kindhearted and he has all Father material but I'm not kinda close to him, albeit I questioned myself on that but I don't have a reason. ~~ Ikhbal Adam, a pharmacy student of Nile university Abuja, shouldered by a wonderful family and a happy one until the occurrence of the catastrophe that will shatter her life, till she met the one person that will change her life and make her see the world in a good way. ~~~ Highest Ranking: #1 Nigeria (16/06/22) #4 Africa (27/08/22) #4 Hausa (28/08/22) #1 Northern (15/09/23) #3 Religious (01/01/24) ••••• Behind My Walls. Written and published by: Kherdeeniasse.Complete
It Started with a Hijabi's Diary
"And they plot and plan, and ALLAH plans and ALLAH is the best of planners" (Al-Quran) "Can you tell me to whom this diary belongs?" The person gave me a bored look and I took a long breath to ease the ache in my lungs. I don't think I've ever ran this much in my life. I gave him a pleading look. "Please?! It's really important!". The person looked at me with a face void of any emotions. "Please!!" I don't think I've ever used this word for anyone except my family. I just ordered and it happened. But it didn't seem to be happening right now. I took a last glance at the person giving him a desperate look, then ran to other people. One clue, Just one!! Alteast a little hint!! I kneeled down on the road, not caring about anything and pleaded to Allah Almighty, keeping the diary close to me as it's the most precious thing in the world, the beads present in its cover poking my chest, "Please Allah! I'm sorry for all the sins I've ever done in my life. Surely, You're the most merciful. Please, find me a way to her. Let me meet her. Oh, Allah! Only You know if I don't go to her, what will happen. Please help me." I looked at the diary, its beads shining in the sunlight, and still keeping it close to my chest, I sat at the pavement looking defeated but I won't lose hope. I would not lose hope!! Then I heard heavy footsteps and then someone placed a hand on my shoulder and I turned only to feel like all the trucks of the world attacked me at once. It can't happen. No, no please no!! NOO!!! ____ It's a tale of motivation, Faith, Iman, Tawaqqul, Taqwa, mystery, twists and true love It's a tale of a diary "It all started with a Hijabi's diary! Now none of us knows how it's going to end" #1 in guiding #6 in Quran #1 in Taqwa #47 in mysteryromance #69 in IslamComplete
'19' Last Days Of Being a Teenager |Memoir
Notes on Coming Of Age and stuff.Complete
Drifting Apart ✔
Completed ✔ Aysha Al Qassim is the aftermath of a home robbery. Tragedy robbed her of her Father's love and stole her voice before she had the chance to speak out. The court released the culprit, and the guilty were set free. She was motivated to be a journalist, to find a way to voice her silence. She succeeded but couldn't find it in her to stop. Ahmad Bin Hussein is the definition of the boys mothers tries to set their daughters with. The epitome of sweet rumors and hopeful fantasies. Rich and successful. He is the way to find her voice. School was what brought them together. After marriage they started drifting apart, with her always at work Will her past continue to drag her down? Or will he save her? (EDITING) Highest rank : #1 in Abuja on 9th November, 2020 #1 in dunya on 11th February 2019 #2 in hausa on 31st october,2018.Complete
OBLIVIOUS REDEMPTION
Everyone has that one life changing moment, That moment defines you. It shapes who you are as a person, and pushes you down the path that leads to the rest of your life. Sometimes you see it coming from a mile away, but other times it happens in a split second. That's how it went for me, one quick flash and my life was completely derailed I see the beautiful bridesmaids and the cute little flower girl, walking down the isle. Then I saw a handicapped stranger sitting on a wheelchair at the bridal stage. My eyes meet his immediately as i stand by the door. I froze, feeling my heartbeat quicken. They opened the double door wider allowing me to walk through it with my friends and family.Complete
Stars Align✅
Copyright© 2020. All rights reserved. Completed! ~•BOOK 2 IN THE ROYAL SERIES•~ Perhaps it was the fact that despite the inner turmoil she has, somehow he was always there. And maybe no matter how hard she tries to fight it, deep down it was what she needed. By now you should know that life is never a place in the sun. There will be moments when we cry, moments when nothing seems right, moments when we'll want to give up and moments when we just want to shut everyone out. It could be our choice or not. It really doesn't matter. What does matter is how we respond to it? You can choose to stand firm or give up. But if you do stand firm, for how long will it be exactly? ~*~ A story that is supposed to have end, chapter closed and forgotten long time ago. But then again how can it end when it hasn't even begun? By Ferdeausee_Complete
#4 in tas #1 in Abeokuta Dedicated to all Africans who are depressed and suffer PTSD. How exactly do you explain to an African parent that you need help? Do Africans even care about the state of their mental health? How do I tell others how I feel or about my nightmares without them thinking I'm mentally unstable? Everywhere, "seek help." How exactly? All these questions bother me so much that they give me problems. Even if he agrees that I need help, everyone would see me as a psychiatric patient, as the mentally unstable girl. "I keep blaming myself for all that has happened. I mean, how could I not have seen it coming? She was practically my best friend and close to me. If only I had opened my eyes wide enough and looked closer, I would have known and probably done something. We had a fight, we didn't settle it. Before I knew it, she was gone. It upsets me more. This has been haunting me for over a year. Can I ever be normal?" #39 in stereotype #62 in insomnia #82 in singleparent #568 in nightmares #72 in African #2 in tcs #16 in secondaryschool #111 in Nigerian #28 in Yoruba #7 in middleclass On 19 September, 2020
More detailsContent Guidelines