The Perfect Storm (A Muslim Story)

In the Name of Allah, the Most Gracious, the Most Merciful

It was almost 2 years ago, and yet I remember each and every moment I spent with him as if it were yesterday. The scars he gave me are still fresh like blooming spring roses. Unlike the spring roses the scars weren't heavenly at all though... The scars werent visible either, They were the type that didnt fade away, the type that remains with you for a long, long, long time. After that fateful day I, Rawah bint Abdullah had vowed to my self, to never trust a man in my life again.

Follow Rawah Bint Abdullah on her journey as the person she hates most re - enters her life, The Perfect recipe for a storm . Will she be able to keep the walls high up like she wants them to be? Or will they come crumbling down?

It's my first story on wattpad .. let me know what you guys think. . criticism is also welcome