THE WOMAN BEHIND THE NAME

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BISMILLAHIR-RAHMANIR-RAHEEMAll praise is due to Allah, Lord of the worlds.In the name of Allah, the Most Merciful, the Most Compassionate.---THE WOMAN BEHIND THE NAMEWritten by Fateemarh-Bintuh---PROLOGUEThere are some names people inherit.Some names people earn.And some names people spend their entire lives trying to escape.For Anaya Muhammad Adamu, her name had always opened doors.People heard Adamu and knew exactly which family she belonged to.The daughter of Alhaji Muhammad Adamu.The granddaughter of Alhaji Adamu Abdullahi.The niece of a respected politician's wife.The girl whose family owned businesses in Abuja and beyond.The girl who had grown up surrounded by comfort.The girl who had never truly known what it meant to have nothing.But there was one thing people didn't know.Anaya didn't want to be remembered because of her father's name.She wanted people to know her.Not as somebody's daughter.Not as somebody's wife.Not as somebody's sister.But as Anaya.A woman who had built something with her own hands.A woman whose success had her own fingerprints on it.A woman who could walk into a room and not need anybody to introduce her.She didn't know it yet, but the journey toward becoming that woman would cost her more than she ever imagined.It would bring her love.It would bring her success.It would bring friendships she would treasure.It would also bring betrayal from places she never expected.And somewhere along the way, she would meet a man who would make her question everything she thought she knew about love.His name was Aliyu Bulama.He was twenty-eight.Handsome enough to turn heads without trying.Rich enough not to care about money.Successful enough to have people twice his age asking for his advice.And completely convinced that love was a distraction.Until Anaya.But before the two of them met...Their lives had already been moving toward one another.They simply didn't know it.---CHAPTER ONETHE GIRL BEHIND THE NAMEAbuja, Nigeria.Morning sunlight poured through the tall windows of the Muhammad Adamu residence, spreading across the cream-coloured marble floor.The house was already awake.From somewhere downstairs came the sound of plates being arranged.A maid hurried through the hallway.The smell of freshly prepared tea and fried eggs filled the air.And upstairs...“Anaya!”Silence.“ANAYA!”Still nothing.Hajiya Khadija folded her arms.“Wallahi, this girl will make me lose my patience one day.”From the other side of the hallway, Sadiq laughed.“Mom, leave her. She's probably sleeping.”Hajiya Khadija turned toward him.“You're defending your sister again?”Sadiq smiled.“She needs sleep. She was working on her business until almost two.”His mother sighed.“That is exactly the problem. Nursing student, businesswoman, university student, and somehow she thinks ...

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