Muktar Ado

Seventeen-year-old [Salma] has spent her life enduring cruelty from the very people who should love her the most-her mother and siblings. Constantly belittled, bullied, and made to feel like an outcast in her own home, she finds solace in the quiet strength of her father. He is her only refuge, the one person who sees her worth and dreams of a better life for her.

When he makes the life-changing decision to relocate her to a new city, she steps into an unfamiliar world filled with both fear and possibilities. There, she finds what she never thought she deserved-true friendship, unconditional love, and a sense of belonging. The friends she meets become her family, and the love she discovers turns into a guiding light.

Through resilience and the warmth of her newfound relationships, she transforms her pain into purpose. What was once suffering becomes the foundation of her success, and the darkness of her past gives way to a future filled with hope, joy, and triumph.

This is a story of survival, second chances, and the incredible power of love and self-worth.


Is a house where love is twisted by jealousy, a young girl finds herself trapped in a tangled web of her mother's envy. As her mother's affection for her husband spirals into resentment, the daughter becomes the target of a relentless emotional battle. Suffering under the weight of her mother's anger, she yearns for freedom and a chance to carve out her own destiny. 

But when an unexpected love enters her life, everything changes. Will she have the strength to break free from the shadows of her mother's jealousy and embrace the happiness she deserves? Journey with this triumphant girl as she navigates the complexities of love, betrayal, and self-discovery, ultimately finding a way to rise above her tumultuous past and claim her dreams.

Jealous Gore And The Victim

"Faded memories in the mind but never of this man. It started like a stranger who acted strange for love, I heard his voice like a trumpet in my brain throughout the sleepless night and in the light of the morn with dose, his lofty and shrill sounding throat, it strikes my heart with a strange feelings as dawn and my wholesome melted in enchantment by the way he glance at me. 


In my present was an object I could feel it touches but couldn't figure out what it was and what is made of, it crows and it hies, it warns and dares, extravagant and poor, it confined in me and trusted me in my well-manners, untrusting my nature in my denials, it celebrate me and hurt me, it abuses me and breaks every rules, birth and unbirth, and made me a probation. 


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