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Wars Apart

Wars Apart

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, May 1, 2026
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In the midst of chaos and ruins, Hanan Hashimi - A strongwilled heir from an affluent home, meets Ameera, an overworked doctor struggling to piece her life together. In a place where survival is never guaranteed, can two lives built on opposite foundations begin to feel the tremors of something more? #1 in Gaza #1 in actuality *Updated three times a week, bonus chapter for compelling votes! 28/7/ 2025
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