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In the name of Allah, the Most Beneficient, the Most Merciful

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In the name of Allah, the Most Beneficient, the Most Merciful.

Nearly two years later and I have returned — after lots of overthinking and rest that was well enjoyed. As I sit to write the introduction — my heart races at the thought of having to click the publish button again and undergoing  this writing journey. One that scares me, at times, but there is something else that pushes me with greater force and I know it cannot be ignored.

This story has been in my head for months and as I return to wattpad in the hopes that this platform pushes me to write it, I only hope that I will be able to do it justice.

All goodness is from Allah alone and if you see any faults, mistakes or weaknesses — they are mine.

Leilah Usman awaits an acceptance from a university abroad so she can leave the country she never loved when she stumbles upon an ancient diary

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Leilah Usman awaits an acceptance from a university abroad so she can leave the country she never loved when she stumbles upon an ancient diary. Through the eyes of Mahrosh Irfan, she finds herself in a world so completely different from hers.

One where the country she wishes to leave did not yet exist on the map of the world.

In the 1930s Mahrosh Irfan stumbles and lands herself into trouble with every turn on the road - with a pen in her hand and a passion that has not yet been fueled.

Till Walid Ibrahim returns to India with a candle lit in his chest.

The road ahead is one full of thorns but once the dream has blossomed, it is impossible to cage it down.

As Leilah lives the story along with Mahrosh - a tale of passion, hope, family, sacrifices, heartache and love, she finds herself in the midst of a question that challenges her values.

Who are you?

// Tu Shaheen Hai - 'You are an eagle.'

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1. This is a historical fiction but please bear in mind that the characters and events in this story are entirely fictional. This story is majorly set in the subcontinent before partition but it will not be based entirely on facts or stretch a hundred percent accurate picture of historical events and culture. My purpose here is not to state historical facts so if you are a history geek - nope, this is probably not the best place for you to come take your history lessons. ;)

2. I will be sharing this story as I write and it is a work in progress. Thus, irregular posts can be expected. One of the reasons why I have decided to write on wattpad is so I can be motivated to keep on writing so I will try to be as regular as I can. 

3. Another major reason why I have decided to return to wattpad is so I can get your thoughts and constructive criticism as it has greatly helped me throughout my writing process in the past. So please don't hesitate in commenting as much as you can and letting me know your thoughts! [But please don't be mean. This story is very dear to my heart.]

4. I will reference Iqbal a lot throughout the story and if you don't know who he is - he is the national poet of Pakistan and a man who called for a revival of the Muslim ummah through his poetry. (Though he did not live to see the actual partition)

5. You might come across some urdu words but I'll add the translation either at the end of the chapter or in the comments next to the words for your ease Insha'Allah.

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