LOGINYou know how it feels when those you love are the key factors as to why you are scarred physically and emotionally?. You don't?..... Well, Maliya Jamil can't really say the same thing. Thrown into a school to be tortured with only her scars as company; it's only a matter of time before she starts to wish for someone to talk to...even if it's death. No, not lord of the underworld death, take-your-soul-away-and-leave-you-dead death. A failed suicide attempt sends her back to her former life, but this time she's barely recognisable to those who once knew her. Hatred, regret, betrayal, forgiveness, and of course what's it all without a bit of heart wrenching romance. Take a look into Saved by my nightmare, and see what happens when a scarred, vengeful girl makes her return.
View MoreLagos, Nigeria2012Confused, Rayyan looked on impassively even as he heard his name being called repeatedly.A nostalgic feeling shot up his spine as he realized that he had with him the people who had once meant the whole world and more to him.He looked directly into Zahar's eyes, his expression not giving away any of the emotions that were tearing at him.He watched the smile that had been forming on Zaharadeen's face suddenly thin out until a confused one replaced it.He steadily fixed his gaze on Zaharadeen no matter how hard it was for him, he would rather look at him than the hateful girl beside him.Being near her alone had sent him reminiscing about the last time he had seen her.When the Commandant had called out all acting prefects that morning, Rayyan had no idea that he would end up in a less than favourable position bef
Lagos, Nigeria 2012"Okay class, we are done with the rules of indices. I want you to do the whole of chapter 3b in your general mathematics textbook" Mr George, the maths teacher said picking up his markers.The class immediately became rowdy as the man stepped out of his class, and it didn't help that it was a free period.Despite the number of teachers who had visited their class, telling them about the benefits of free periods and how they were meant to be used to study rather than frolic, none of them paid heed.It wasn't suprising however, afterall it wasn't like the teachers didn't do the same in secondary school though.The computer teacher had been there for the first and second period that morning, and had left after the class had written her test.Since the school, for some reason known only to them, had instructed that
Lagos, Nigeria.2012"Hey you there, Aduwo girl "' Junior boy come here""kneel down there", "Ahoy get me that clipper".Maliya walked through the school gates, her ears catching the various conversations between the personnel and students.As usual, she walked up to the naval personnel who was searching bags for contraband materials.Some bottles of water laid on the sides of the pavement just beside the gutter to her right, apparently bringing water to school had become illegal.She queued up behind some girls who were far along consumed by their dose of early morning gossip." You no see say dem they don start to dey seize water" the shorter of the duo said, eyes twinkling with the knowledge that she had more information on the topic of their gossip than her gossip buddy did.
Lagos, Nigeria.2012.It would not be...ever.That was the first thought that Maliya had when she was shaken out of her reverie.She had temporarily been in a world where she had only the best of her memories surrounding her, and just like every other dream of hers, a nightmare followed.The only difference on that particular day was that her nightmare was personified.It didn't materialise into a flaming skull with a sadistic laugh like the one on the ghost rider's neck.Oh no...that situation would have been akin to her swinging a basket of fruits in the meadow when compared to this.The source of the chill that ran down her spine was none other than her chemistry teacher.And while other tyrants would come armed with chains, whips, canons and AK 47s, this particular one came with an





