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Love Lives Here
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Ongoing, First published Jul 21
Fatima Zarah Modibbo moves to a quiet neighborhood in Kano after a personal tragedy forces her to leave Lagos behind. Reserved but warm-hearted, she hopes to focus on healing, faith, and her law job until her peaceful world is disrupted by the cries of a little girl and the heartbreaking mysterious man next door.

Muhammad Idris, a 30-year-old single father and widower, juggles his demanding architecture job and raising his precocious 4-year-old daughter, Ameerah and 8 months old daughter, Asiya. Scarred by love and duty, Idris has no time for distractions especially not for the new neighbor who keeps showing up.

But proximity sparks something deeper. As the walls between them thin, both Zarah and Idris must confront their pasts, their faith, and what it truly means to be home-together.

From the bustling streets of Kano, to unexpected turns in Abuja, and a reunion in Lagos, this is a story of second chances, silent longing, parenting, and the love that blooms quietly when you least expect it.
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