Mag-log inShe woke up early that morning feeling extremely detached, a feeling alien to her, as if she no more belonged to the world, a feeling of defeat, as if she had lost everything she had ever owned or everyone she had ever called hers. What had she really done? Never in her life has she felt so dejected and weak, like the world was crumbling in her head. Sadness.... something she never really undesired. Why? Why be sad of something which had already happened? After all there was no point crying over spilled milk. Unfortunately, when you get sad, it's like being stabbed in the heart a thousand times without dying. Husnah, your typical and ideal young African lady. Poised, beautiful; in an understated way and nd highly reserved..... what happens when she finds herself trapped in the shackles of an arranged marriage with the least expected person; the proud and egocentric Nabeel, someone she considers her greatest enemy. To crown her dilemma is Fareedah! The beautiful, cunning and loving first wife. Join Husnah in her journey through the jungle she finds herself trapped in...... will there ever be a route out? Or will she forever be trapped in the jungle? Only when you add this book to you library will you puzzles be solved.
view moreNABEELI know it sounds stupid, but I seriously do hate Husnah. She irritates me. I slipped my phone from my ears after the brief talk we had, deep inside I kept thinking of how am going to live with her under the same roof. Impossible!I turned to leave the sitting room when my eyes caught up with Fareedah. My God! She was crying. "My reedah, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" I asked, as I wrapped my arms around her tiny waist and pulled her close to me. But to my surprise, she pulled away!. "Reedah, talk to me please," I said, sounding hurt."So you're going to see her. Are you falling for her already baby? Is that it?" She asked, still crying. "Yaa Allah!" I said, my hands to my face "Reedah, I have to go see her. It's an order fro
HUSNAHI woke up early that morning feeling detached and lugubrious. It was like i did not belong to the world anymore, a feeling like i had lost everything, everyone and left with zilch. Where did i go wrong to deserve such inexpedient treatment? I had never felt so dejected, lassitude and plunged into an abyss of melancholy, feeling like the world is crumbling on my head while i drown in an ocean of debilitation. I sighed again, for the umpteenth time since i woke up, turned to my left side and got a glimpse of my little sister, sleeping peacefully. I wish i could be the one sleeping as peacefully as she was doing. I nudged her and whispered into her ears."Hey lil sis, wake up. Forgotten that today is a bright and new day for us?" Amal moaned, turning her head to the opposite direction, avoiding my nudge and whispers. It got me high.





